#WisdomWhispers

In the hush-hollows of twilight’s tender throat,
Whispers weave, wise as the worn edges
of water-smoothed stone.
They speak in sighs, the subtle breath
of the universe,
Murmuring mysteries like moonlight
on a mirror’s face.

These whispers wind through
the wailing wood,
Where words are wands, waving wild
in the wistful wind,
Each leaf a tome, each twig a testament,
Scripting shadows into the silence
of souls.

An ancient alchemy, audible only
to the attuned,
Where wisdom waltzes with the
waning light,
Sibilant sounds, soft and spectral,
A symphony sewn...