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 Birch Bark in Brook

Birch Bark in Brook

 Charles River

Charles River

Freshly fallen snow over the river and woods. We walk early, the dogs and I, and the morning air is cheerfully fresh, I breathe so deeply this lovely air, I'm so glad to be outdoors with my dogs and moving my body. We pass the frosted river and I am looking and looking for some special sight to catch my eye. We come to a brook and there is no ice, as there was when I left weeks ago. The wind has torn bark from trees and blown bits into the swelling brook. The birch bark is exactly what I want, but why, why is this what makes me so happy this morning? What appeals to me? It's an intuitive attraction, from association, I suppose. Birch, from a poem I have always loved by Frost - "one could do worse than be a swinger of birches." So, birch is a swing for a child on a tree, bark is the papery white sheets we liked to play with as girls, pretending to write notes from our imaginary pioneer lives. Birch, in the brook, the brook, a watery place of transformation, organic. A place where trees come apart, return to soil, there is renewal, always renewal. This brook a place I go to think my own thoughts in quiet, with the dogs lapping a drink, and the birds in the trees, brief songs. Bark, skin, my skin. I am in my own skin, at the edge of this brook in the woods where I belong. Then, home. And some writing on my essay. Writing, for real, on paper, not bark. 

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