from faint flutterings
to leafy, bellicose russle
a language all their own
trees in summer breeze
Pat R
7/27/18
For Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. To read or participate go here.
from faint flutterings
to leafy, bellicose russle
a language all their own
trees in summer breeze
Pat R
7/27/18
For Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. To read or participate go here.
You captured this so well.
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Thank you Joan. It’s been percolating in my head since early summer. Glad you like it.
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From image to words, well captured and so restful.
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Thank you Kim.
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So nice to know there are other people out there who feel the breeze is the language of trees! Lovely poem!
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Yep, on every walk😊. Thanks for stopping by.
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You welcome!
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A nice snuggle of words.
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‘Snuggle of words’…..I like that, thank you.
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The sound of leaves… yes well captured.
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Fantabulous scenes! 😎🥀
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Thank you Dorna?
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I like to think of trees communicating as well.
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😊
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The trees do seem very talkative lately. (K)
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That they do😊
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Beautiful!
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Thank you,😊
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