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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