Morning dew

Ever dream about dew? I do!

The ancient eavesdropper

Droplets of dew tremble
beneath the fir’s prickly boughs,
their surface tension broken
not by needles but by wind drawn
from the earth’s subtle spin.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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