A Lonely Whispering Poem by Jennifer Batch

Tis a lonely whispering that rustles softly
High atop the newly budded trees of spring
As rumbling in the distance grows near, ever so near
Playful birds gently singing joyfully as they reacquaint with spring
Squirrels flitting from tree to tree, romping happily
Yet an overture of melancholy shades the sky with gray
As a lonely whisper rustles softly high atop the trees

She whispers tales of wounded hearts. of lovers lost at sea
Loved ones who have passed away yet still their light doth glow
Love that never shall be and love that never should have been
Moments lost and moments past and memories yet to be
Of new beginnings and letting go of things left in the past
Alas, tis a lonely whispering that rustles softly
High atop the newly budded trees of spring
As she spins her tales with an overture of melancholy
Touching hearts with such a longing to find a love as pure and new as spring