Suddenly Spring
In the slender sunshine
My Aspen grove shimmers and shivers
With a sudden spume
Of tiny tatted lace
Blithe as a baby’s breath
Against the milky bones of boughs
An effervesce of exquisite edging
Citrine, celadon, chrysoprase, chartreuse
Greens so delicate they are almost sunlight
After millions of turnings, cycles of circles
Spring still comes with an indrawn breath
A enchanted, brief
Fragile
Surprise
©Edwina Peterson Cross
posted by Unknown @ 2:03 AM
2 comments
2 Comments:
Oh, Winnie, I see your aspen grove as cleary as if I was standing right there. A lovely ode to the aspen, the tree of the artist.
I remember when I lived in Bend and in the fall would drive over to the valley, the patches of aspen on the hillsides were like splotches of color from a great artist's brush.
Vi
Shimmering aspen
on a mountain side
I shall not see again
I carry your picture
and your song once more
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