(inspired by words of another poet, Cecil Collins)
everything is speaking
to one another
grasses listening
clouds reading the leaves
it's a joy filled tone poem.
I can feel it, too
my words are taking on the form
all this has given and received
for ever and ever.
bones hear the wind
on its way down the hollow
to read the leaves
to dance their message
through our hearts.
my heart bursts to hear the color of this language.
what a song!
on its way down the hollow
to read the leaves
to dance their message
through our hearts.
my heart bursts to hear the color of this language.
what a song!
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