Among The Branches

From the breath
of my mouth,
a song softly whispers
the leaves away.
Passionate veins of blood
and hearts of gold,
end their shimmering
days in the sun.
But there, in the
dawn of day,
a mockingbird
sits ceremonial,
among the bare branches.
The radiant hues
of summer were blinding,
but fall…oh fall
closes the day
into sweet silence.
From the last breath
of my mouth, to the last leaf
whispered away in a song,
serenity remains,
and a new world opens.


5 thoughts on “Among The Branches

  1. Doug S says:

    This is lovely and deserves more attention

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