Whispering Branches
When heavy words began to fall
Lightly down, from leaf to leaf
They landed and dropped
When superfluous ones left
Their monotones faded and
Inflections stilled—
Leaving luxurious silence
Birdsong and the gentle wind
Took us back to a time
When our feet were soft
Walked a carpet of pine needles
Drank their fresh scent—
To a place where sound
Meant the waving branches up high,
Spirit’s gentle whisper
Blowing lush green breezes between them
That is when I felt your breath on my cheek
The breeze blew through the spaces where we danced
While the sky twirled castanets
In an endless musical prose
That was when you found poetry
Half asleep in a pastoral dream next to me
That fell to your face
In a whisper of love
Like your breath on mine
As I wrote it all down
c. Triada Samaras 2002 (editied 2026)
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