W is for Whispers
The Whisper of the sun on a mountain top - a small glow of assurance on a gloomy day.
A Whisper of clouds fanning out across the sky, - radiating from a central point on the horizon and breathing softly of not-so-gentle winds above, despite their lovely benign appearance.
A Whisper of mist in the valley bottom, showing promise of lifting and floating away.
A Whisper of slanting rays, telling secrets of more promises that lie beyond the mountain.
A Whisper from the past as I once again tack up the lovely blue angel hanging our daughter made for us when she was a young art student, forty years ago.
And a Whisper of music from the Whisperers who hail from the same era.
For your ears only!!
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