In its blossoming
 
the plum tree babbles secrets
 
it kept all winter.

 

 
 
 

I quiet myself,
 
hoping the oak tree will share
 
its secrets with me.

 
 
 

If a weathered brick
 
should somehow divulge secrets,
 
would I understand?

 
 
 

Long before daybreak,
 
an owl in the backyard oak
 
tells me its secrets.

Panhandlers

 
 
 

Why do panhandlers
 
keep muttering life’s secrets
 
up and down the streets?

Whisper

 
 
 

only the mountain
 
hears the hummingbird whisper
 
secrets to the crow