So many bread crumbs

As you can see by these re-blogs, the bread crumbs are running low, but no worries though, my words will resurface from this creative undertow…

The ancient eavesdropper

So many bread crumbs

What the ceramic sparrows
were missing with their beaks
perched away from the pane:
a rose waving its
pink-petaled windmills
at tilting bumblebees,
forty foot firs outgrowing
the boundaries of the
window frame,
dwarfing our shelters,
eavesdropping on history,
plants doing time
atop the sill, their
pots pressed tight
against screens 
that safeguard
bare skin from
and no-see-um’s,
cabin fever
setting in as
sprung tendrils
and fronds
silently steal
shrinks of sun.
So many
our eyes 
both here 
and afar.

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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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