While Nature Whispers

Shadows reaching from her silence.... Waiting for their arrival these words this day Tis, his poet's way ? Drawn from the waters Never knowing when or where; clearing love's passage Tranquil blue skies an empty beach another palette Dimensions peering through the glass ? A severed branch.. Vivid colours her new borne leaves these trees as she Of vibrant verdant dreams, still, swaying within this wind ? Closing an age his shutters and gray; left turning away until then.