Any Old Poem Contest: Echoes and Whispers Uncut

listen, the whispers of leaves turn color announce autumn is here. touch, the echoes of the rain that waters and blossoms spring. taste, uncut the snow shapes the crisp cold ices the wintertide. see, the sand sculptures that paint that rekindle a childhood summer past. smell, the seasonal airs stimulates the senses and the memories they carry. in the glee, in the hopes and dreams, in the human spirit, lives the miracle of life. the magnificent voices in every pitch deep and resounding, the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut. Maurice Yvonne Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest For Skat A Entered: August 29 2014