I heard their silence
in the winds of discontent,
echoes joining in
the growing chorus.
Hoarse coughs and splutters,
cleared blocked passages.
Throttled resonance
found strange bedfellows.
Aching moans and groans
rose in harmonious howls.
Dissenting voices
rising in the air,
leaving trails of dust
on the graves of buried bones.
New songs composed
for fresh winds of change.
I heard those voices,
recognizing yours and mine-
no longer silent
in the breaking dawn.
No sign of life, all this time,
your secret– locked inside
your dried and brittle twigs,
grounded in Winter’s chill.
A sudden surprise declaration
of love I’d long forgotten,
you displayed a solitary flower
that caught my full attention.
A herald to the season’s change,
a reawakening of warm feelings
I thought had died, long forgotten!
You had guarded your secret well.
Once again I’m under your spell,
intoxicated by the scented breeze,
infected by your contagious breath
of new love unfurling once again.
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