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Whispering secrets
25 Friday Jul 2014
Posted in Books & Reading, Haiku my Heart
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I hear them whispering and often wonder what their secrets are.
I love how the oak leaves whisper their secrets late in the year, long after the leaves of other trees have tumbled to the ground and been covered by snow.
Secrets of old. Lovely haiku 🙂
I love the sound of the summer wind through the leaves! Thanks for reminding me to listen!
Some secrets are meant to be whispered, I think.
Another Haiku My Heart
even in the garden, mystery!
Loud or soft, their mystery carries on.