Ancient Tongue
White carpets
of scant flowers
giggle into my ear
as they arc and sway
into eachother
all as memories of you
dance in my eyes
against the reflection of
free-spirited clouds.
Alas, an impish breeze
whispers into skeins
of coiling branches
as the tree replies
by rattling her leaves
in ancient tongue,
that only I can fathom
in silent enchantment.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2009
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