There are horse whisperers & dog whisperers - but what of human whisperers? Do they exist?
Are there animals which are not the objects of whispering - but are the whisperers themselves?
Animals who speak, communicate, and connect with humans who come around?
And if the animals can whisper to us, what about plants - or in particular, leaves?
Does the capacity for human connection rest within each beautifully unique & intricately designed leaf?
Does their whisper become more pronounced in the fall?
Do we hear the faint whisper as they detach from their "source" & are free to blow in the wind and land where they may?
Do these "human whisperers" speak to us - do they oblige us - to pay attention to them?
Does their whisper compel us to watch as they join with others to swirl in the gusts as if on some invisible merry-go-round?
Do they whisper to us as their colors change from green to vibrant yellow, red, or orange - and we find ourselves unable & unwilling to look away from their splendor?
Do we follow their orders - unaware at how they have quietly whispered their command for us to see them as they dance through the air from branch to ground?
Is their whisper heard in each leaf that is illuminated and honored by the warm autumn light passing through their delicate skin?
Shhh...listen...I think we're being whispered.
©shari miller photography
october 13, 2015