Whispers
the winter whispers
through the boughs of the spruce tree
that stands gigantically on my front yard
i strain to hear what it's saying
trying to drown out the sound of cars driving by
and the christmas music that marks the season
and the noise of life
my neck grows sore from all the straining
and still, I have no idea what it's saying
I'm just going through the motions now trying to get these poems out. Wake me up when beauty is scheduled to come along again. Peace out.
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