“The presence of paper birches…requires abundant light, such as occurs in an opening created by fire or an extensive blowdown of [other] trees, in order to establish and grow.”
– New England Forests Through Time.
this flash of light will cost you something,
shard against your skin in time,
coming through the crowded waiting,
huddled musings as you by
course to open some in wonder,
others caution open sky,
yet the standing cannot hold you,
time nor keep you still, though try
but this day, this hour silver,
lifting ash-blown into light,
beyond paper word reflecting,
brighten into my own sight.