The Sound of Trees/ ο ήχος των δέντρων

©m.cassapidis, 2015

...

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

...

from 'The Sound of Trees' by Robert Frost

A note as from a single place...

©m.cassapidis, 2014

A note as from a single place,  
  A slender tinkling fall that made  
Now drops that floated on the pool  
  Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

Robert Frost 

from Going For Water