Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Best to Listen

Nature speaks to me
Softly
In ringing, resounding rockfalls,
Or burbles, brushy rustles,
She fairly bustles.
She winks with pools that glisten.
I do my best to listen.
I think I know what game she's playing,
But I have no idea what she's saying.
I curse my dull ears, because
Her conversation's scintillating.

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