breathe clear mountain air
camp beneath whispering
pines listen to nocturnal
noise as whispers of clouds
shadow dance with haloed moon
campfire embers glow while
smoke-curl whispers spiral up
i welcome irresistible tickle
when you whisper soft into ear
warm touch overwhelms words
Joining De and dVerse Poets at the pub for a round of quadrilles…
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 17, 2017 @ 08:45:39
I remember how pines can whisper when walking through a pine forest and how the nights are not as silent as they are sometimes dark.
Jan 17, 2017 @ 09:40:18
Yes…thanks for stopping by, Frank.
Jan 17, 2017 @ 08:09:30
whispers of clouds shadow dance with haloed moon… oh yes!!❤️
Jan 17, 2017 @ 09:01:42
Glad you like it, Sanaa.
Jan 17, 2017 @ 07:39:49
pines, clouds, smoke..the whispers are everywhere!!
Jan 17, 2017 @ 04:18:41
A tickling whisper in the ear – ooh shivers!
Jan 16, 2017 @ 23:27:12
Whisper tickle and ear.. what a wonderful combo
Jan 16, 2017 @ 22:32:36
Aww.. take me there, please!!
Jan 16, 2017 @ 21:27:34
The pines do whisper. I always feel uplifted when I’m under one. I really love this poem and all the whispers in it.
Jan 16, 2017 @ 22:11:44
Thanks for reading and commenting 😊
Jan 16, 2017 @ 20:39:33
Love all those whispers within…
Jan 16, 2017 @ 20:42:36
😉
Jan 16, 2017 @ 20:32:32
awwww. soooo good.
Jan 16, 2017 @ 20:18:14
Such a lovely place to be – and who can resist that tickle in one’s hear, smiles ~
Jan 16, 2017 @ 20:20:53
Yes, sweet whispers…