Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Every time I see a birch,
there is poet Robert Frost
swinging - whoa! - to the
ground, bending beauty.

Today, in cold sunlit air,
I stand awed before one birch
with three tall trunks, starry
white, pure like angels.

I touch the peeling dry bark,
notice lines that circle round
where the trunk, spring-like smooth,
is soft as Moon Beam's ears.

Then I think of Robert Frost,
awakened and next to me
by endless gravity
of this one birch tree.


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