Uttered in Silence

The poplar speaks
aloud only within the spring
and summer of its leafiness
when it dares to greet the wind
in swirls of great imagining
dancing, bowing, bending
in a burst of motion's life
speaking so, within
the purity of sound aroused
by the essence of the air

and then the fall
when leaves begin to fly
and silence reigns yet once again
but for the howling wind
while in its heart
and running through its veins
the words remain
uttered in the silence
of the snow . . .

?Michaelette?

11/21/2000
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