Mirage of trees

The ancient eavesdropper

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

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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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18 Responses to Mirage of trees

  1. chris jensen says:

    Cool, i love nature…

    chris

  2. Elouise says:

    I hear their wings beating a muffled song. Like angel wings.

  3. phoebecarter65 says:

    A very pleasing poem. πŸ™‚

    >

  4. Carrie Birde says:

    Spare and lovely πŸ™‚

  5. A // W // F says:

    Oh goodness … I can hear this one perfectly.

    Beautiful. πŸ™‚

  6. Pieter Navis says:

    Always amazing to see birds ‘disappear’ between the branches, where we can only see thickness they always find their way πŸ˜€

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