Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 200: Lilt xv. Where the leaves are silent



LILT xv.


4 comments:

  1. where the leaves are silent
    the wind is lazy and maybe
    just maybe the cats are dancing

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  2. really reminds me of England, Lizz. This is so evocative; the leaves really are like that in the damp weather. I remember marvelling at their difference from Australian leaves. Thanks!

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  3. Thanks Efi. And in Ireland it's almost always damp :) My very small (at the time) granddaughter was fascinated by the sound and movement of DRY fallen leaves at a friend's place on her first visit from Ireland.

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