The trees breathe
songs of ocean waves
whenever the wind rises
and silences the magpies,
whistling a crescendo
of salt upon shore
between the branches
and leaves;
mixing bitterness
and sunshine into a
heady gale
which reveals
the very power
of Nature’s voice
as it moves up the scale,
practising arpeggios
and ceasing in falsetto,
faltering into
a stillness
which barely brushes
the flaxen haired
wheat in the fields.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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