Fridge door softly clicks,
midnight hunger whispers low—
crumbs trace silent lips.
Whispering spring winds
Behind closed windows, waiting eyes
Dreams of summer balm
Joyful echoes ring,
Loving hearts with cat in tow,
Valley whispers sweet.
Dim light fades away,
Nightfall whispers through dusk's veil,
Solitude takes hold.
Rolling hills stretch wide,
A ball rolls on the car's side,
Level climbs to twenty-two.
Tall poppies stand still,
Scarred by war's relentless force,
The landscape mourns deep.
Falling leaves drift by,
Autumn winds whisper of change,
Nature's quiet sigh.
Nightfall descends slow,
Dusk's embrace dims city glow,
Whispers of the night.