Solitary Aspen
These are not the comforting hills of home
where mountains there enclose in green depths
these stand dauntingly bare
the Rockies bare their ledged teeth at the gods of sky and sun
yet are all the more blessed for their apostasy
they lunge their rocky heights quite suddenly
and dare one to reach their awesome heights
the rocks are ever-present and grass is a dream never dreamt, but there, backlit
by pale blue sky
stands one lone aspen trembling
reaching gold leaves to touch the gods
and offer life to the lifeless rocks
one solitary aspen spreads its autumn gold
to force the tears of homesick from me
and offer the solace of a single tree
in a treeless land of beauty.
© August 26, 2000
~Druid
Joy
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