In February’s frozen spring
I came across a curious thing-
a solitary sapling in the sun.
It looked as if ’twere shivering,
with papered leaves a-quivering,
and the wind imparted voices to each one.
I thought its spindly arms were bare
until I heard the chattering there
and spied the little curlicues of brown.
And thought- so many made it through
the winter’s blast, the icy blue,
and held on fast to make their chittering sound
Love this.
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I can see them. In the pine and the oak. Making noise.
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Although it could have been my teeth chattering.
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I don’t think those are made of wood…..hehehe
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No. That’s my head.
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Hard wood? Solid oak? Is that what your spouse tells you? hehehe
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At times.
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Jeez, I say it to my spouse every day. Sometimes more than once!
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Beautiful. I loved this line ‘and the wind imparted voices to each one’
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