Solace

It's a place to dream about, white birches.
Trees in winter.

Stand in the center
to breathe the scent,
undefinably precious;
unexpected.

New snow.

A Summer day
would hold insects humming,
grass whispering secrets
barely heard but perfectly understood.

Warm, amber scented Autumn afternoons
inspire reflection.
Milkweed pods
silkily bursting.
Some berries remain
full like goblets of sweet wine.

One morning,
birds will sing their herald tunes.