The Language of The Leaves
By Caldwell
Tue, 10 Jul 2018
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Through the threaded vines, you hear
Voices in the atmosphere
The language of the leaves rings clear
We’re breaking in the green frontier
At night it falls to a faint whisper
Starlight’s gentle song
Lovers choose their blossoms
And accompany with birdsong
It’s the language of the leaves
They send and they receive
The telepathy of trees
It’s the language of the leaves
And when it rains conversation flows
through the densest of the undergrowth
And phosphors lend a constant glow
From root to branch of the willow
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Beautifully put!
Oooh, I could see this as part of a cycle, like Geoffrey Hill's Mercian Hymns.
More please!
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The telepathy of trees is a
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The telepathy of trees is a phrase that will stay with me. Some gorgeous imagery.
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