
“Sassafras” — C.Birde, 6/17
With our backs pressed
to the smooth, silver trunk
of the Beech,
We’ll sip sassafras tea
and decipher the patterns
of steam
scrawled
upon the fragrant
morning air.
— C.Birde, 6/17
“Sassafras” — C.Birde, 6/17
With our backs pressed
to the smooth, silver trunk
of the Beech,
We’ll sip sassafras tea
and decipher the patterns
of steam
scrawled
upon the fragrant
morning air.
— C.Birde, 6/17
What a beautiful picture! I love reading your poems. They are deeply descriptive actively feeding the imagination !!!
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Thank you, Anya 🙂 Whenever I see Sassafras, I think of a moment from childhood when camping, and one of my elder cousins, Ken, pointed out the tender young plants and then made tea from their roots. Delicious! I was amazed! It wasn’t until I was older that I understood Sassafras could grow to be a huge tree — I thought they were a shrub 🌳😃
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What a surprise but that’s how we learn 😁 I really like your approach to nature and the fact you thouroghly embrace it!!!
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