Woodland Whispers Poem by Diana van den Berg

Woodland Whispers



As she whispered his name
there were trees sighing low,
in a mournful refrain.

The buck paused on the plain.
They lifted their heads
as she whispered his name.

Crickets echoed the pain
in her voice as she called
in a mournful refrain.

The moon waxed and waned
over forest and grasslands
as she whispered his name.

Frogs croaked in the rain
to console with their chorus
in a mournful refrain.

The earth and air twain
sadly echoed her woe
as she whispered his name
in a mournful refrain.

(13 June 2011)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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