Whispers From the Trees

Dusk casts a sepia glow upon sentinel specters of the wood; another summer has passed and the autumn shedding lay all about me as I sit swinging and remember, how the wildflowers filled this glen a few weeks ago. In the ephemeral light, whispers are heard. I wait as she wanders between the gnarled branches; I catch the impressions from my muse, while she strolls beneath these storytellers.
5-12-2021 ALL YOURS (May 12) Poetry Contest Brian Strand
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Brul Avatar
May 12, 2021 at 3:33 PM
What an ephemeral serenity I found in this poem! I love this. A fave for me!
Kiser Avatar
May 19, 2021 at 12:56 PM
I'm glad, thanks so much.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 19, 2020 at 3:00 PM
I like it that your muse is strolling. Trixie never strolls; much too frantic and Type A for strolling.
Kiser Avatar
September 22, 2020 at 8:32 AM
It's some of her most creative moments and then suddenly she comes dashing into my head screaming, pen, pen, pen, now!
Castellenas Avatar
September 17, 2020 at 10:40 AM
Wonderful use of words for nature. I listen to the whispers of nature and I taught my children. To listen to. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Kiser Avatar
September 22, 2020 at 8:33 AM
Thank you John, there is nothing more inspiring than nature to me.
Pandit Avatar
September 8, 2020 at 5:19 AM
Wonderful impressions, MLK--I hear the whispers of nature in your exquisite imagery.
Kiser Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 4:16 AM
I'm glad and thank you.
Ermine Avatar
September 8, 2020 at 4:22 AM
Wrapt in your perception. Wrapped too! ... So lovely. Hope you were in these spaces depicted very recently. Gorgeous
Kiser Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 4:17 AM
Many times I have been there. Thank you.
Leffanta Avatar
September 7, 2020 at 7:34 PM
Luckily, you have trees! Aloha! Rico
Kiser Avatar
September 15, 2020 at 4:17 AM
I don't know how people live without them around. Thanks Rico.
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