Whispers of NatureA Poem by Neha agrawal
The wind slipped sideways through the pine
Not quite a whisper. Not a line. It hummed a sound the roots once caught, Off-key, half-lost, and barely thought. The moss had climbed a chunk of stone, Like it had grown there all alone. A shadow moved, or maybe not Still as a name we once forgot. The river muttered glints of light, For storms gone quiet and stolen nights. Its pulse ran cold through grain and sand, It reached for something missed the hand. A crow cracked out a ragged sound, Too sharp for sky or solid ground. And something curled beneath the bark, A name long lost still faint and stark. Then dusk arrived in tangled lace, It touched the field, then left no trace. And all we catch, or half believe, Is wind pretending it can breathe. © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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