Air Whispers

birds flying and trees
Sitting in the shade

in my refuge

from sun and heat,

from human noise,

out, away

from daily life

in the country

with no one near

I sometimes hear

magical wisps

from birds overhead,

just above trees,

of air slipping

through their wings:

each sweep of wings

caressing feathers

as they pass by

to my delight.

~ Duane L Herrmann

Duane L. Herrmann is a survivor who lives on the Kansas Prairie where he communes with trees in the breeze and writes. His poems, stories, histories and memoirs are published, in print and on the internet. Several of his works have won prizes. He has two histories published, eight books of poetry, and a sci fi novel. These defya traumatic childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD, the resulting PTSD, cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder and a form of mutism. His poems and photographs have appeared in Tiny Seed previously.