that whispering
in the grass
the mums conspiracy of beauty
Imagined Into Being
a green day dream
the whispering of leaf buds
the laughter of leaves
How Many Sounds Can You Hear All At Once?
lavender echo
the marsh
whispers color
Merest Hint of Color
clouds whispered
their expectations
of the blooming world
Suspension
first flurry
winter whispers
the world is hushed
Readying
grasses softly sing
slumber’s sweet lullaby
of approaching dormant days
Whispers
the colors are
a whisper now
winter’s quiet inches in
August Pond
autumn whispers
on the wind
casting seeds
amidst the greens
Overheard
the flowers whispered
life needn’t be solved
it just – must – be lived
Chorus
the hedgerow sings
late winter’s song
on whispering leaves