Six parts, one place


cooled by the chilly morn,

condensing dew 

on its tender blades, 

swaying with the spring


concocted by a spritely

golden orb 

which broke through haze

to evaporate and thaw

the frozen ground.


Tiny particles of warmth 

nibble at the green 

leaves on trees, 

reborn and content 

with hairy roots, 

hardy stems 

and a place immersed 

in one part blue sky, 

two parts water, aquamarine,

and three parts of the better stuff

called sun and earth and me.


poem from “Nostalgia, Naturally” by Tyler Pedersen

Copyright 2007

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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