I sit watching the sun coming up over the hill. Soft January sun-rays dancing on the delicate skin of the tree. Day breaking in soft-toned patterns on the scarred paper-white bark. Winter’s naked, shining silver birch.
Silver Birch
I sit watching the sun coming up over the hill. Soft January sun-rays dancing on the delicate skin of the tree. Day breaking in soft-toned patterns on the scarred paper-white bark. Winter’s naked, shining silver birch.
Subterranean Birdsong 