There is no quiet
so hushed
as an aspen grove:
paper jazz hand sounds
of fluttering leaves,
absences of silence.
If you’re not familiar with the way wind moves through aspen trees, check out the short youtube video here.
Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.
Speaking Voiceless 
Wonderful–I love “paper jazz hand sounds”
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Thank you. 🙂 I wasn’t sure if that line would work for other people!
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As a former dancer, I loved the reference to jazz hands.
❤ Dani
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Thank you, Dani!
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