A conversation has begun
where woods comprise a scene.
The leaves are talking to the wind
in syllables of green.
The gossip flows from twig to twig
and by the garden wall
I hear the burly oak relate
the wildest tale of all.
Why should I listen to the field
for what the grass might say,
when leafy tongues already tell
the story of the day?
Published on November 1st, 2022
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