Murmurings of the Forest

Echoes

In the echo of a whisper
trembles a leaf,
bound not by earth nor time,
swaying in a circadian serenade.

Erratic Correspondences

The quill writes, though there is no writer;
misplace your letters,
and they scatter into a victor's tapestry.
Are you destined to decipher the unspeakable?

Bear witness to untangling webs.

Transitory Glimpses

The veil lifts. Dancer, static on edge,
what pirouette hast thou practiced?
Mirrors echo with mismatched shadows.