SPEAK TO ME

Speak to me through the trees

Through the leaves already fallen

And those yet to fall

Speak to my reflection in the puddles

And by the muck that sticks to my shoes

Speak to me

In the sound of the small creatures

Scurrying away unseen

Speak from the heavens

White blue and gray

In the birdsong

Speak through the solitude

Though I'm not alone

Speak,

For I am ready to listen.

December 17, 2018