Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.
The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.
Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 6 August 2016
Made of sticks and stones 
Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
Day 24 of my review and a poem about nature and the power of silence…
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