Whisper to me
You tall beeches
Whisper your shadows
The words of your leaves
On clouds I sit
Chalk
Your
Boughs
Long
Shadows
Like tresses
Of hills
Soft and downy
With grass
Listen beeches
Remember your days
The way the sun climbs
And lowers itself
Remember drifts of snow
White as chalk
Whisper your secrets of leaves
Let me sleep
Beneath your shadows
Glad that summer is arrived
Before
Snow
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Whisper to me
You tall beeches
Whisper your shadows
The words of your leaves
On clouds I sit
Chalk
Your
Boughs
Long
Shadows
Like tresses
Of hills
Soft and downy
With grass
Listen beeches
Remember your days
The way the sun climbs
And lowers itself
Remember drifts of snow
White as chalk
Whisper your secrets of leaves
Let me sleep
Beneath your shadows
Glad that summer is arrived
Before
Snow
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