Lattice work against the Sky
Against deep blue sky,
little gold coloured leaves
hang on, shivering in the wind.
Beauty in all seasons
is the Birch.
In the morning sun
I saw purple blue Clematis,
Turned to shining,
golden, feathery balls.
Their beauty struck my heart.
Many things turn to beauty in death,
hadn’t much noticed before.
Butterfly clams on a warm strand
in life so little, so fast,
turn to glowing butterflies
when they die.
So it is that the Birch,
from tender gold/green
Through the seasons delight.
Naked again in the autumn wind,
Reveal beauty so sheer.
Unadorned.
© miriam ivarson
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Beautiful words here Miriam, vivid with the imagery of life and the inevitability of change. 💙 xx
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Thank you Miriam and I am glad you liked my images from nature.
I do love observing all around and every day provides new wonders.
An old part of a fallen tree trunk I had to sit down and paint but the beauty of its shimmering light greys/to soft lilac … are difficult to make justice.
Miriam
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An absolute delight, Miriam. Expressing joy in Nature in all its aspects – in its seeming fall as well as its rise.
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Thank you so much Roland for this delightful comment. Yes, you are right,
I do deeply feel the beauty of both. Without nature I would be pretty stuck for subjects. 😊 .
We got the rise and fall of man of course …
Miriam
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Unadorned–so true. That often is as beautiful as it gets.
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Thank you Jaqui and I believe you are right. In many cases that is
as beautiful as it gets.
Bless
Miriam
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Such a beautiful, calming sight has to elicit response from a poet and yours is a lovely description, with perfect imagery. All seasons breathe and whisper words of delight! Thank you for sharing the love and lyrics of Fall. Stay blessed and have a wonderful weekend.
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Thanks for your beautiful comment Balroop. The gift of seeing all around us,
deeply and truly, is a blessing and as you know, a delight to share.
How true that each season breathe its own wonder.
May you also have a wonderful weekend.
Miriam
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Beauty in your words as well, Miriam.
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Ahh …Ken, thank you for those words. 😊 .
miriam
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You’ve captured the beauty of raw nature in these words. It’s a wonderful experience to be able to watch the change of seasons impose dramatic changes on those things that lie in her way.
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Thank you Sharon for your lovely comment. The cyclical change of nature
is perhaps necessary. Just now I saw that nothing is static. It is when you realise the beauty in each cycle that it becomes a wonder.
miriam
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You’re right – nature is what it is – it’s what we see in it that creates the wonder. We’re part of the equation.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely description, Miriam, of the wonder of nature and changing of the seasons. I love autumn so am looking forward to this change, too. So much beauty is all around us if we make the time to take it all in and enjoy. 🍁💕
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Thank you Lauren for your warm response. So much beauty around us as you say and the truth is that we just need to open our eyes, mind and heart.
Soon you can enjoy the colours of autumn 🍂 too. 💕🌾 .
miriam
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Love this.
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😊 Imelda, thank you.
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“Unadorned” beauty is a very powerful observation on many levels. The last three lines quite possibly a serious poetic thought on their own.
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Phil, thanks for your wonderful comment. Funnily, those three lines were
the first I wrote down.
I knew the Birch, the feathery ball, the clam should be there but the naked trees against the sky has always enchanted me.
miriam
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Miriam, this is gorgeous!
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Thank you Cynthia, I am so glad you felt so.
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A lovely poem, Miriam. The rhythm, the imagery and the message are all simply beautiful!
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Thank you Jennifer for the gift of your wonderful comment.
I am glad the words rang true with you.
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Words that beautifully describe something that most will never see, thus you have offered a rare gift for all to take, should they wish to. Perhaps it is the transient nature of the death of flora Miriam that presents such beauty. I lay still, as I did as a boy, looking through the same window at the same trees, and in a form of meditation I guess, let my mind pick out images from within the web of stark branches.
Thank you for this gift.
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Thank you Nigel, your comment is as always a treasure of deep thought
and care. If you see what I speak of as a gift, then Nigel, I can tell you it is
given with joy.
I love you words ” transient nature of death of flora ” gives this special beauty. I would very much like to hear what you see in those trees through
your window. Meditation like you describe it is the most natural and I believe
we use it whenever we are still enough to see more clear.
Bless
Miriam
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The whispers of the changing seasons…..the glory when it is vibrantly adorned and the beauty when it is bare yet beautiful. Loved your gentle flow of imagery Miriam 💖
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Thank you Radhika, I am so glad you could walk with me and experience the beauty around. Your comment is so soft and beautiful.
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Miriam, you find beauty in nature’s last moments and convey your sense of wonder with tenderness and lightness. Reading this, outside in a warm breeze, I glanced up and spotted the very type of clematis balls you mention … your words today ensuring I see these properly for the first time, wonderfully striking and dramatic! I’ll look at the Autumn and winter with new eyes, being thankful for the unadorned as much as I am for the adorned!
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Annika, thank you so much for your generous and warm comment. From your posts it is obvious that you also love nature and if I in anyway
helped to enhance what you see around you I am very grateful.
So this autumn you might take photos of the unadorned. 😊💕 .
So wonderful to see you here although I know you are having a break.
miriam
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Love this, Miriam! Autumn is my favorite season (along with spring), and you have evoked the transformation of the birch tree so well here. It’s sad to see the leaves fall away, but at least we get to enjoy the colors!
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Thanks for your lovely comment Julie. Autumn is indeed full of colour and barrenness. Birch is one of the trees with very fine branches which always
looks like lace to me. The thing with nature is that every season carries beauty. 🌻.
Miriam
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A beautiful poem, Miriam.
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Thank you so much Robin.
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Lovely words, and I feel a greater affinity with them since we moved and seeing the seasons change once again. There is beauty in each stage of them, I think. Adorned and unadorned. If we’re observant, we’ll see it.
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Thank you for your lovely comment. Yes, it does help to see nature. 😊 and
you will now have plenty of it where you live.
So now every day can be a new discovery.
miriam
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Glorious! Every day now, a little more Autumn. 🙂 🙂
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Jo, thank you so much.😊 . Can I take it from this comment that you like autumn and the new landscape it provides. I spotted that you are a Yorkshire lass. I lived for long in West Yorkshire and was by the locals told I was an adopted Yorkshirewomen. 💕 . An honour I felt.
Miriam
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Your beautiful words to describe these trees, that are precious in my site, given the noble name of Burch… jc
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Thank you Jeff for your kind words and I am glad Birch is precious to you.
Burch …. do you mean the writer Burch from Manhattan?
You confused a bear of little brain. 😊 .
Miriam
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Love the message and images.
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Thank you for your positive response John. 😊
miriam
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