Whispers
Published in
Apr 16, 2022
On that day, the chill hung low
My body enveloped by a glorious mist
stood captured by the towering presence
of the white pines.
A soft ruffle through the leaves
like the sound of distant bells
that caress the air,
Or the soft rustling of the feathered birds
that fly carefree through the wind.
Water in the distance
babbling through the earth
allowed to flow without restriction.
The trees assert their deep presence
with the gentle watchful gaze
of a wise old woman who’s weathered
many seasons.
Almost humored by the brashness of our human ways.