words came
like fallen leaves
and it’s taking its time
to cover the ground
I wait
under the trees
gorgeous branches
crisscrossing
gracefully swaying
shaking their palms
each rustle a song
hum, hum
birds joining in
adding rhythm, tone
each flutter a line,
light and shadow mosaic
intent laid down
on golden beddings
soft and sweet
each shape unique
like a signature
go on, go on
I’m listening
Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete
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