Rumors

            Rumors

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Clouds whisper rumors of rain,

Whisper wisps into puffs whitely

Smatter with dark, lower blackly,

Heavy promise to come. Wind

Picks up rumor, knits it into mumbles,

Weaves stories of remembered storms

Through each leaf and spine, quiver

Tales of green renewal, awakening

A season of uplifted throats, dry,

Gasping into song as first drops pitter.

I stand in speckled sun, mute,

Able to hear only a hint

Of the chorus sung.

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