the wind is breath
it sings in the trees
sibilant rain whispers
it christens the grass
in the wet thicket
a silent deer hides
and the fox sleeps
and the owl waits
a final maple leaf
clings to its branch
the Virginia creeper
is a scarlet tatter
clouds mask the sky
and in the distance
there is soft laughter
and a scent of smoke
faraway muted sounds
claim there is more
like the rush of a river
like the beat of a heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the wind is breath it sings in the trees sibilant rain whispers it christens the grass...... off the back I'm consumed and intrigued to read more... thnx you for a well penned poem
Thank you for the comment. Glad you liked it. I love nature and these images were inspired by a bike ride down a nature trail.