Whispering Bell Poem by Richard Cronin
Whispering Bell
In the hot desert wild
On the high chaparral
The desert blooms a sweet flower
The Whispering Bell
The color of cream
On pendulous stalk
When stirred by the breeze
It seems she can talk
She whispers her secrets
Until she is done
Then she withers away
In the hot desert sun
Friday, February 22, 2013
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5/4/2024 9:02:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good poem. I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.