You Whisper Secrets

You whisper secrets soft and low,

Tales you’ve gleaned from winds that blow

On wings of silver-quivered air;

They rustle in your autumn hair,

Gossiping of glories past

(From days when love was built to last).

I close my eyes, and listen in

On conversations on the wind;

I feel the ancient words that sigh

In  autumn tree-top lullaby.