Whisper to me

You tall beeches

Whisper your shadows

The words of your leaves

On clouds I sit

Chalk

Your

Boughs

Long

Shadows

Like tresses

Of hills

Soft and downy

With grass

 

Listen beeches

Remember your days

The way the sun climbs

And lowers itself

Remember drifts of snow

White as chalk

 

Whisper your secrets of leaves

Let me sleep

Beneath your shadows

Glad that summer is arrived

Before

Snow