Author Jeanne Larsen Dew-rinsed:their pure notescarry far.Windblown:as dry, fasting leavesare blownChirr after chirr,as if in unison.But each percheson its own branch, Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments