Mirage of trees

Posted on April 5, 2015 by tyler4turtles

Morning fog —
birds fly into
a mirage
of trees —
wing beats
whisper from
evaporating
canopies.

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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15 Responses to Mirage of trees

  1. loisajay says:
    April 5, 2015 at 7:26 pm

    such a beautiful visual, Tyler.

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  2. David Bennett says:
    April 5, 2015 at 8:15 pm

    I like ‘mirage of trees’, like I liked the line ‘a zephyr playing tag’ in your earlier poem. Lovely imagery.

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  3. forgottenmeadows says:
    April 5, 2015 at 8:19 pm

    Reblogged this on forgottenmeadows and commented:
    Wonderful Poetry by Tyler 🙂

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  4. Sandra Conner says:
    April 5, 2015 at 9:15 pm

    This is lovely, but I have to tell you it made me think of what happened to me yesterday when I was out trying to get some pictures of the moon eclipse. It was still almost dark, and I could see only about a couple feet in front of me. I guess the birds couldn’t see quite that well. Because two of them were flying around totally wildly — but in tandem — possibly courting — or maybe just agitated due to the eclipse. They swooshed through my yard and the neighbors, flitting — alighting — flitting –alighting, etc. Suddenly they swooped past me right in front of my face — so close I felt the wind from their wings — and then before I could have another thought, they came back and one sat right on my hand and my camera, while the other seemed to be hanging in the vicinity of my left shoulder. I was so shocked that i jumped and screamed. Of course, the poor birds took off. I think, in the semi- darkness, they thought I was a tree. So when I read your poem about a “mirage of trees” I felt sort of a kinship with it.

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  5. susanissima says:
    April 6, 2015 at 4:11 am

    Beautiful and so relevant here in the Pacific Northwest.

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  6. Jane says:
    April 6, 2015 at 8:06 am

    I love this. You do write so beautifully!

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  7. Just Jude says:
    April 6, 2015 at 4:56 pm

    Evaporating Canopies. The sad part.

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  8. Annie says:
    April 7, 2015 at 1:44 am

    In the winter, here, this is my “across the street” reality. It’s a beautiful sound.

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    • tyler4turtles says:
      April 12, 2015 at 7:26 pm

      I’m so glad you can relate to my poem! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your experience 🙂 I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, Annie!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

      Reply

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