The quaking sea

Leaves
echoing the movement
of the trees,
swaying to and fro
with nowhere else to go.
Connected by a stem
that shoots off of a branch —
ah, the complexity of nature
hidden in the breeze.
If only to capture
one moment of recoiled
locomotion
and filter it
through the lens,
wash away the grays
of yesterday’s dreary clouds
and replace the blacks and whites
with teal green —
a color suitable for framing,
but somehow lost amid
the quaking sea;
awakened by the thaw,
camouflaged in spring,
the envy of the fall.

poem and photo from ‘Nostalgia, Naturally’ by Tyler Pedersen, Copyright 2007