Susurrus
A word that whispers as it's spoken,
Soft and light, a spell unbroken.
"Susurrus," it sighs, a breeze through trees,
A gentle murmur, the hum of bees.
Its sound, a secret the air does keep,
A lullaby to the world asleep.
Say it slow, let it softly glide,
A whisper itself, where echoes hide.
"Susurrus" is a melody, feather-light,
The sound of shadows, kissing the night.
-Stephen Ango Oliver 2025