mjblathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

gossip

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firs and lone spruce chitter

over tidings spilled

by o’er-flying geese

 

sway to prattle-tattle

as curious breeze insinuates

among the branches

 

evergreens pining to hear

shiver in green scent

redolent with excitement

 

sigh, needled by tidbits

items too scant to satisfy

the itch for whole story

 

tale grows, stands disagree

branches frenzied in furious dispute

goaded by whiplash wind

 

gradually calmer cones prevail

‘we will leaf this,’ they bark

the grove quiets to murmurs

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Author: mjnordgren

as a retired physician, i have needed to talk with many persons about end of life. And then I cared for my husband for more than five years.

One thought on “gossip

  1. I love this poem! I felt immersed in it–the sights, the scents, the sounds. (Plus, I got a kick out of your pun about needles.)

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