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Along ancient paths

newly surfaced again and again

poplars, descendants of

the Aged Ones,

are whispering

in the warm summer breeze

Will i stop and listen?

Autumn will come

soon enough

and lash these chimes,

winter will find them gone

Now in this warmth only

is their message heard

for this season,

later the falling leaves

and bleak branches

will have another message

Life presses in

with it’s pressures

do this, do that

and hurry up

you are late again,

fill every moment

with a call or a text

until the pulse races

and the poplars

playful message of

peace and joy

cannot be heard

for another year

© 2015 Julie Clark