BeautyScope 452: Stories on the wind

the car tyres whistling

on the road above

blend seamlessly

into she-oaks calling

stroking and caressing each other

telling their stories on the wind

the wheels yell and race

dashing about

then segue into a plane droning on

down near me the river laughs

and bulrushes snigger

with their rough rustle

then suddenly a warning note

from a bird sweeping by

...

I went for a walk

met no-one there

but everything spoke to me

22/6/19