(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
Footprints of Thoughts 
Love your poem, and well chosen photo to go with it
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thank you, Mich! The birch tree is in my front yard. Did you notice the black bird in the tree? I felt the branches were listening to the whispers!
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That is so beautiful Jane. You should put together a small book of poetry
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Yes, definitely a book of poems
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