Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962 / Birkenhead, England)

Birch Tree


The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches,
The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
But,
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs
In green.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, December 24, 2014

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  • Rookie - 29 Points Colleen Courtney (6/26/2014 12:09:00 PM)

    I really love the first part of this poem. However, I'm a little confused on why it is the tree is afraid of the spring arriving? I get the whole covering itself in green aspect, this is what occurs in the spring. But why is it afraid? You would think it would be the opposite and be afraid when winter arrives for then it bares it's nakedness for all to see! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,094 Points * Sunprincess * (6/26/2014 7:48:00 AM)

    ........this is a beautiful tribute to spring.....and definitely spring is my favourite time of year.....congratulations on poem of the day.... (Report) Reply

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