Today’s word is “sursurration” ... a soft murmur; whisper. (Dictionary.com)
Golden
Everything this day is speaking,
Dew whispering in shoe-kicked leaves,
Those left hanging susurrating,
While the sunshine through them weaves.
Cold-chilled bones are all aquiver,
Autumn’s fingers on your skin,
There’s a knowing of the season,
That comes soft, from deep within.
Pumpkins sprout by every doorway,
Deer are standing in the frost,
Burning bushes shout their protest,
Their whole world now tempest tossed.
Anne Selleck
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