This entry is part 37 of 55 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2012


Even in silence, amid the leaves,
there is speaking: moist tongues,
clawed and feathered missives.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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  1. That’s lovely. I spend a lot of time in the forest and it is never silent.


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