Do you hear?
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

Whispered breaths of Autumn
are soft, as whispers are wont to be,
if you have ears that hear, you will
be told when to expect weather changes,
when to expect the cold of Winter
as Winter is known to keep his own
calendar, and not the calendar of
stars or moon or mere men.

Whispered breaths of Autumn
sometimes come on a cooling breeze,
sometimes come in the song of a bird,
sometimes come from the bones of the aged,
but they are old, and no one listens
when they speak of weather, or bowels,
or missing children. Fewer people speak
bird these days, or admit to it.

Whispered breaths of Autumn
are soft, as whispers are wont to be,
they are plentiful, come in a myriad
forms down myriad highways
and byways, the problem
is that so few of us have ears that hear
we miss all the whispers, all the messages,
and Autumn laughs when Winter comes.



 


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