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
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
Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:
One of the most pleasant sounds reverberates from the leaves of a quaking aspen. Even on a windy, stormy day, the echo of a stand of quaking aspen is peaceful and makes one feel that there is solace in even the worst moments. Below is a poem I wrote about this photograph I took on my dad’s property outside of Helena, Montana at the base of the Continental Divide. Whenever I think of home, I am reminded of the sweet sounds and smells of aspen groves – an organism and place all its own.
Tyler, the trembling Aspen! I love this. They do make an amazing sound, and not just one tree but on organizm of many, a grove… a sea of silver dollars flipping in the waves of the wind 🙂
Hope you’ve had a great weekend.
Thank you, Tara! I had a lovely weekend, as I hope you did too, my friend 🙂
I love the title. And great to see aspen leaves honored; how amazing they are! I use to lead walks as a ranger and have everyone spend a quiet moment standing beside the aspen just to listen. Thank you!
You are most welcome, my friend, and thank you! I look forward to following your blog. It seems we are kindred spirits with a mutual friend in Nature 🙂 Have a lovely day!
Thank you for linking my poem to your beautiful Aspen-inspired post, my friend! I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving & a relaxing weekend 🙂
Thank you, and you also.
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