Are you listening?
My secret hiding
places are gone now but I
invision them here
Curly dried tendrils
decorate my window panes
like wrought iron endures
Nature may just say
it once. You must listen full heart
Whispers can be keys
that unlock the trees
to speak to you though no breeze
Are you listening?
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This poem captures a moment, from timeless elements like the dried branches or the wrought iron, and alerts us to the momentary truth.
Thank you for reading this poem and taking time to speak on what you found in it and sharing your thoughts. I really appreciate your comments– thanks!