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"I am the dry, rustling leaves . . ."

Posted by
Kathe (Marquette, Michigan, United States) on 15 January 2012 in Plant & Nature.

Seeing these leaves reminded me of the last two lines in this poem I wrote several years ago:

I Am Nature
I am the chickadee's sweet song,
The eagle's awesome flight.
I am the doe's soft eyes,
The yearling's velvety spikes.
I am the well-fed squirrel,
Scurrying through the trees.

I am the loon's haunting call,
The owl's watchful gaze.
I am the cunning red fox,
The wolf's heart-wrenching howl.
I am the thick, verdant moss,
Thriving along the forest trail.

I am the cool, crisp breeze,
The water's clean, fresh scent.
I am the maple's sweet sap,
The birch's paper-white bark.
I am the dry, rustling leaves,
Still clinging to winter's branches.

NIKON D40 1/125 second F/8.0 ISO 250 195 mm

B. Thomas from Arlington, Texas, United States

Very nice shot AND poem. Your words would fit well with so many of my photos and the kind of shots I like. Yes, I am the doe's soft eyes! Thanks for your comment and your poem.

16 Jan 2012 2:16am

@B. Thomas: :^)

1/125 second
ISO 250
195 mm