|Voices in the wind
|By-and-by, when the
and after I did print, I did go to listen to the voices. The wind was calling. His calling was to little woodfolk and me. He did call more again "Come, petite
, come go explores." He was in a rush. I raced.
ran. We played tag with the wind. The wind does have many things to tell. He does toss back one's curls so he can whisper things in one's ears. Today he did twice push back my curls three times, that I might better hear what he did have to say. He whispered little whispers about the cradles of moths to be that hang a-swinging on the bushes in the woods. I went around to see about it. I
on many bushes. Some brown leaves were swinging from some bushes. No cradles I found.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.