47. I Love ...Birch Trees.

And that is why

I planted them on

August 25th, 1991;

the first birthday

for my Dad

that I could not spend

with him.

I love

the white trunks,

especially when they are 

lit

with floodlights.

I love the way the 

'paper'

curls off.

It makes me think of my

childhood;

writing messages;

the smooth, pristine side

of the bark.

I love the leaves;

how they turn a

beautiful yellow

in early autumn.

I love my four birch trees,

lit by the yard light.

They are the 

first thing I see every morning;

the last thing I see every night.

Peace.

Home.

Beauty.

Remembrances.

My Dad.