Alphabet of Wind

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Birches bend their bright backs. Cedars click and call. Dry grasses drag their green sleeves along the garden wall. Pines pronounce a darker word. Poplars practice rain. Willows whisper what they know then whisper it again. I cannot read the alphabet, but standing in the weather, I hear each separate tree make one sentence together.
55 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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