I lost myself in an birch tree,
wandering around the chalky
leaves while following that smooth
white tree-skin to a knot like a snout,
a curved line making his wrinkled mouth,
and another arching like a brow hanging
low over his one good eye. I stood back
to see his bark-face grin and realized
he had hidden one treasure, one prize
that shone like honey tangled in his hoary
strands, one leaf gleaming with the gold
of autumn waiting for me like a promise
of a fairy-tale told before bedtime.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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