Even in silence, amid the leaves,
there is speaking: moist tongues,
clawed and feathered missives.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Even in silence, amid the leaves,
there is speaking: moist tongues,
clawed and feathered missives.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
That’s lovely. I spend a lot of time in the forest and it is never silent.