Word of the Day Challenge: Psithurism
Image by Erin Hanson
When new, fresh young leaves swim in the wind
they sound like they are laughing, giggling
like they are whispering
secrets to each other
that they would be delighted to share
if you were only close enough to touch
and they could whisper them in your ear.
‘Winter Twilight’ by Lowell Birge Harrison (1854-1929)
Dry leaves
crackling ice covering ponds and lakes and steams
snow crunching underfoot
sound like dry brittle bones
whispering secrets to each other
that they would be delighted to share with you
if you were only close enough to touch
and they could whisper them in your ear.