Whispering fears crawl on to me.

I never expected they would come so near.

Meandering through the evergreen forest, 

The river could understand my discomfiture.

Have all birds migrated to their summer destinations?

The crawling, whispering fears are so different 

From birds' untaught intonations.

The river keeps safe distance in its willful motion.

Nests of migrating birds do not offer me a refuge.

Whispering fears slowly colonize my slumber. 

My solitude becomes its summer capital.