Talk

How i miss the talk of trees
Cracking, snapping, waving
Making the sounds from within
Letting us know pressure does
Not break us, the talk of cold
Only creates a forest of sound
No longer silent in statues
They pop with delight
A private signal, all we do is
Stand and watch, listen to the
Symphony of the woods

                                         photo courtesy of Lois Leckey-Masar