After the caterpillars feed

The ancient eavesdropper

Self
realization —
a journey
of awareness —
searching
for signs
that point
to the
real me.

The rhythm 
I keep with 
my heart beat —
a telegraph 
tapping thru
my veins —
sending 
messages 
across this
body of
water.

I write
poems
in my
sleep —
like
dreams
they
escape
me
when
the
alarm
rings —
I stare
at a
blank
ceiling.

1-1-Indian Plum

My
attention 
span —
as short
as a leaf —
after the 
caterpillars 
feed.

1-Piece of sky

Under a salmonberry thicket
serrated leaves slice a piece of sky
light as lemon meringue pie.

A
tree
stands
alone —
branches 
vacant —
all 
the birds
have
flown.

High in the tree
rests an empty nest
life’s rite of passage.

A light breeze
grazes trees
sweeping away
hard to reach
insecurities.

1-IMG_1068

My 
outstretched
          hand
        meanders
               …

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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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19 Responses to After the caterpillars feed

  1. I love this one, especially now that the leaves are coming out.

    • Thank you kindly, Sherry! Yes, trees are unfurling their green garments as I traipse around the lawn in my grass-stained pants 😉 Have a wonderful day, my friend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

  2. Miriam says:

    Absolutely gorgeous!

  3. Amazingly beautiful.

  4. Jude says:

    I just love the view up the trunk of that tree!

    • Thank you kindly, Tamara! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem & photos 🙂 I hope you are doing well. We are in the midst of a cool, refreshing spring rainstorm. It feels so good after this bout of hot summer-like temperatures. Have a wonderful weekend, my friend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

  5. This is just magical…..you swept me along and off into inner space and nature….a wonderful spring clean 💕😊

    • Thank you kindly, my friend! I’m so glad you enjoyed my poem and photos 🙂 Mother Nature is certainly magical and we are awe-struck with our jaws hanging like rabbits pulled from hats! Have a wonderful weekend 🙂
      Cheers,
      Tyler

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