Whisper in the Woods

The forest path has fallen leaves

And smells of apples

Ripened in the trees.

On warm October days I’ve stood;

I’ve heard the whisper in the woods.

It murmurs low about the vines

But sound is stronger as it climbs

About the oaks and pines.

It speaks wisdom from the years;

Mother Nature’s clever.

Listen,

For all that she has understood

Is ours forever.

The woods are full of winter wood

Colors gold and gray,

And I’ll remember what I’ve heard

On warm October days.

Photo : Pixabay

From: Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season