Breathless Whispers
The summer sounds in quietness,
No human speech is our redress,
The softer sounds in silence hears,
Bare breezes lilt though window sheers.
The feline paw on bedroom sheets,
Arranging nest in new formed pleats,
The crickets serve their fine array,
Arrangements for their concert play.
Yet summer, winter, spring or fall,
All quiet sounds the best of all,
In love I cherish in my keep,
Near breathless whispers while you sleep.
August 15, 2018
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