(photo credit: Jane Johann)

through the silence is heard–

 w h i s p e r s…please

milkweed  w h i s p e r s  aloft in the breeze

love  w h i s p e r s…breath abating…

w  h i s p e r  invites your partaking

speaking  w h i s p e r s   through dispersed fallen leaves

w h i s p e r s like delicate snowflakes caressing the trees

w h i s p e r s in each breath of air nursed

singing w h i s p e r s   with each teardrop unrehearsed…

w h i s p e r s  penetrate the chambers of the heart

w h i s p e r s  intense blood-letting from the start

w h i s p e r s  cascading like dancing stars

softly, deeply, w h i s p e r i n g  walks with love’s falling star

w h i s p e r s  whispering love from afar

(Photo Credit: Janet Shingleton)

have not my words melted your heart?

has not my song soothed the hunger of your soul?

 early this morning the frog green whistles

echoed through the foggy marsh thistles

capturing the longing of a friend for a friend…is this your part?

have not my words melted your heart?

has not my song soothed the hunger of your soul?

…the breakfast was lonely…despite the watering orange

that juiced the tangerine sauced pastry

 my being longing  for more…in this dark

have not my words melted your heart?

has not my song soothed the hunger of your soul?

the afternoon rain clouds giggled in delight

as its thunderous hammer struck deep my plight

voicing the sound of my sorrowful part

have not my words melted your heart?

has not my song soothed the hunger of your soul?

wanting, waiting…anticipation…

 the sugar sweet strawberry red sunset

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May 19, 2002