The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

In a true you-and-I relationship, we are present mindfully, nonintrusively, the way we are present with things in nature.We do not tell a birch…

— David Richo

One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.

— Paul Muldoon

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.

— Paul Brown

On the way I stood a moment looking out across the marshes with tall cattails, a patch of water, more marsh, then the woods…

— Georgia O'Keeffe

I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of…

— Anonymous

I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone…

— Geri Halliwell

The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city - I…

— E. Nesbit

“Then there was silence, the air like ice. Brittle-looking birch trees with black marks on their white bark, and some kind of small untidy…

— Alice Munro

When I can go just where I want to go, There is a copse of birch trees that I know; And, as in Eden…

— Andrew Greeley

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beechtree, or a yellow birch, or an…

— Henry David Thoreau

The Bishop has a skin, God knows, Wrinkled like the foot of a goose, (All find safety in the tomb.) Nor can he hide…

— William Butler Yeats

The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?

— Bertolt Brecht

Chaga is one of the weirdest mushrooms you may ever see. A fungal parasite found on birch trees, Chaga is a hardened, blackened, crusty…

— Paul Stamets

I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.

— Donald Hall

If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward…

— Sam Hamill