Tree Talk

In Spring, the trees around my house chatter in tinkling and tremulous voices.
In Spring, the trees around my house chatter in tinkling and tremulous voices.
In Summer, the talk turns to song,
     High and low, their voices speak of Sun, Rain and Dew.
      Chattering spreads far, regarding trivia and nonsense.
In Fall, as leaves drop in yellow spirals,  
the talk speaks of loss and in gathering.
In Winter, their sonorous voices speak slowly of snow and ice,
As winds hurl their blasts through spidery fingers spread against the lowering sky.
Talk at night, then turns to deep thrumming and of drama, tragic loss, slowly ceasing.
Chatter, trivia, loss, ceasing.