Sometimes...14 Poem by DM W
Sometimes...14
Sometimes, I can hear the subtleties
Of Nature: the major and minor chords
That the wind strikes upon the tree branches.
Sometimes, I can sense the thoughts of the birds.
And sometimes, I can hear the flowers breathe.
Then, I transcribe my feelings into words.
In summer, I sense warm blood flow through leaves
In winter, I sense spring's first snow drops stir.
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