“Tree Whisper” – Natures Melody

Tree Whisper – Photo by Kurt James

Being a child of Colorado and growing into a man of nature, there is nothing more pleasing and comforting than listening to the sound the aspen leaves make when the wind blows across the mighty Rocky Mountains. Walking these mountains of old I always become enchanted with what I call the “Tree Whispers.” Those songs and melodies brought forth from the mountain winds are meant to be cherished by the few who stop and take a moment and really listen. No orchestra or string quartet – though lovely – can match the “Tree Whispers.”

Numerous times while walking with someone through my mountains and the aspen groves I will stop and say “Do you hear that?” More often than not they will stop along with me and turn their ear, and reply, “No, did you hear something?”

Most of modern man is not in tune with nature or the trees. They simply are on a path to get somewhere, never realizing it is not the end of the path that is the quest – but, what we see, feel, or hear that is important along that path. We all need to take a minute out of our day and really stop and feel, see, and listen to the glory of nature that surrounds us. How sad it is that most never take that minute.

As a child I use to think that the “Tree Whispers” only spoke and sang their hexing melody to me. As a grown man of the mountain I know this not to be true. But, I wonder – that if you can hear them too?

Autumn – Kurt James of Midnight Wind Photography

“Tree Whispers”

When the wind builds from the north,
The silence broken, trees whispers come forth.

Wind, the rustle all becomes music to me,
Nature’s song drifts down from the whisper tree.

Standing alone in the chilled air I breathe,
Nature is my auditorium as the music seethes.

Chilled wind slowly dies, tree whispers no more,
Walking away from the trees – and that whisper song I adore.
By Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s family roots were from western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years, Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographers through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado featured his poetry. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 16 books all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand, Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry, are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt has 3 books that he is currently writing. The 8th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Raphael Eye for an Eye. His third ghost town reference book, Kansas Ghost Towns, Hauntings, Treasure Tales, and Other BS. And a western/horror novel - Devil’s Tower Spirit of Chiha Tanka. Kurt is a proud member of Western Writers of America.

11 thoughts on ““Tree Whisper” – Natures Melody

  • July 30, 2017 at 11:17 AM
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    Thank you Phyllis for your wonderful comment. My photography has been a passion of mine for a long spell and it is always very much appreciated when someone takes notice of it. The feature photo I took in Rocky Mountain National Park. I also might add the lightning storm in my Kurt James Novels ad was taken above a ghost town named Nevadaville, near Central City, Colorado.

  • July 30, 2017 at 11:44 AM
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    What a wonderful scene, to walk among the forest of the Rockies and listen to the northern winds whispers through the Aspens. Your right you have to be in the moment to capture the full essence of your surroundings. I have driven through the Rockies many times over the years and often stopped to feast my eyes on the palette of colors in and all around me. Your photo is spectacular, I can almost hear the whispers as the trees rock back and forth in a gentle breeze. To listen to, see and smell nature is uplifting for anyone’s soul. Beautifully penned Kurt, I felt in the moment reading your words. Bravo.

    • July 30, 2017 at 12:06 PM
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      Thanks for stopping by Vincent and it is always nice to read a comment from you. Your words even in the comment section flow free like water over river stone… Makes me want to write more poetry here just to read your comments my friend.

    • July 30, 2017 at 2:01 PM
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      Thank you Tamara for taking a seat at my campfire for a spell…

  • July 30, 2017 at 4:36 PM
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    A beautiful poem, Kurt, and your introduction said it all. So many people justnwander through life, or rush mor like it, without bothering to enjoy the journey and things around them. I wrote a poem her with a similar message, “I Went Walking With a Friend One Day”..you may have read it. Your photography is always a great accompaniment to everything you write.

    • July 30, 2017 at 5:08 PM
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      I thought I remembered your poem John, but was not sure and I went back and re-read it again. I commented the first time about wanting to visit your continent, and you invited me. I hope you got an extra bed my friend…lol

  • July 31, 2017 at 1:24 AM
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    Most people take the path for granted, like your intro said, its not the end of the path that’s important but the adventure in between that counts. Man is definitely not in tune with the trees. Excellent piece Kurt Extremely well presented, the video and photos were fantastic.

    • July 31, 2017 at 3:29 AM
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      Thank you Paul for stopping by – it is always a pleasure.

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