The bells run silently
the whispers spreading like waves from
a rock entering the water
to consume.
To fill.
I hear the whispers as they grass
blows gentle
whispering
of the coming rain. drops
that falling
through the sky
whisper.
The sound of leaves
whispering
filling the air.
Holding tight
they buck and sway
as the wind whispers
now
and then.
but I hear the whispers…
Nice poem and photo, great theme.
Thanks, Pam!!!! the picture was from our walk the other day.
Beautiful song. I hear all this whispering on my walks
it is beautiful music to accompany a walk! Thanks!
A beautiful combination of rain music with the rhythm of the grass and the lyrics of this poem.
thanks, Albert! Written after a gentle rain caught us without umbrellas on the walk!
You have a great source of inspiration, Doc.
It was, standing under a tree as we got soaked, remembering that I had left the umbrellas out on purpose.
Now, I need to ask, with whom are you walking and deliberately wet in the rain?
part of the daily dog walk, Labs don’t care if they get wet. Twins apparently are so sweet they melt.
🙂
A very beautiful song … whispers of falling rain and foliage … congratulations, my dear friend
Thanks! I wrote it a few weeks ago watching the rain fall.
I also hear whispers. Always enjoy your insight and a lovely image.
Thanks Carol! sometimes the whispers are all I hear!
nicely written poem , thank you for sharing
I am glad you liked the poem.