Murmurs and frames

The ancient eavesdropper

Birdsong 
flowing effortlessly 
into my ears.

From the forest 
murmurs of trees
exhaling life.

I opened the door
and let you in 
housefly.

Trees 
stand 
still —
their 
leaves 
pause —
under 
an 
unwavering 
sun.

Adding its voice
to the morning chorus
outspoken heron.

Throwing the bird out
with the bath water
our cat the hunter.

These days of eternal light
illuminating all the joyous 
occasions in my life.

Blinking his eyes
he took a mental picture 
framing poems.

Browse the boughs
rummage through stories
bookmark your place
under a poetree.

View original post

Advertisements

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
This entry was posted in Nature. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Murmurs and frames

  1. chris jensen says:

    Nicely written, i love this piece of written word…

    chris

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s