Miles from here

The ancient eavesdropper

Willows
weave their
golden branches
around the moon —
catching dreams
as they fall into
the tender embrace
of catkins.

Raindrops tumble
like liquid mallets —
across outstretched fronds —
playing xylophone ferns.

Nudging its
way through
the topsoil —
a worm on the
coattails of
a daffodil.

I’m as carried away
as a leaf in the breeze —
I’m gone with the wind
& miles from here.

‘V’ formation in the sky —
geese return like a boomerang —
as the seasons change.

Striking
a meditative pose
the tree centers itself
on uneven ground.

Seesaws in the sky —
tilting on invisible fulcrums —
sparrows at play.

Bopping its boughs
to the beat of the wind
Ponderosa on air drums.

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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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4 Responses to Miles from here

  1. A beautiful verbal picture, Tyler.

    jaet

  2. Carrie Birde says:

    There is far too much in your words here to enjoy — I cannot pick a favorite word, phrase, or evoked image!

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