Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Rustled Whispers...

I wait for her to flip the page.
She fills the blankness of her diary,  does the only thing she knows she can. She writes...

" Rustled Whispers speak of secrets in the air. I can hear them, Can you? Welcome Autumn. I've missed you. "

Once again, I can feel her stillness maneuver the movement around her into silence...

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

juvenile. im sure u can do better.

Splatters Of Ink said...

^ Thank You. I'm definitely going to work on something better. :)

The Bald Guy said...

Whoa. I love it.

Splatters Of Ink said...

^You've come here after AGES!
Glad to see you back! :)

Thank You! :D

The Bald Guy said...

I apologize. Work schedules. Sigh.

Send me a little message each time you put a new post up. That'll help big time.

Splatters Of Ink said...

^ Will do. :)