Silver in Spring

                                            Carl Larsson

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SILVER IN SPRING

A silver birch,

Queen of Trees.

So delicate

One wonders if it can bear

The heaviness of snow

That has fallen on its branches!

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So stark, you've been.

So fragile, so colourless,

Throughout winter.

Your silver has faded

Into the background music.

The white of snow,

The weight of snow

Has overwhelmed your silver

With brilliance.

You have seemed grey.

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Yet not just grey;

You have seemed wispy, untidy, bedraggled

And shapeless.

The pines have dominated you.

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Yesterday we perceived green.

It was not really seeing.

When we tried to focus

The colour faded.

Had we really seen it?

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It could have been a mirage

In the desert.

But this is no desert.

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Today we see reality.

The shoots are real,

Tiny tendrils reaching upward.

The leaves are real,

Little plates ready to receive

The meal;

The meal of heat, sun, splendour.

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Tomorrow you will be a tree,

Full of green,

Etched against the blue.

Your silver will sparkle.

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You will take your place as

Queen of Trees.

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Spring in another place here:

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