Aspens in a Winter Garden
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
     from the photo by the author

Covered now in frost these trees,
No memory of the summer days
When leaves would quake in gentle breeze
And how
wild birds and crows and jays
Nested in your bough

Rising up from sagebrush steppe of mossy green
perched on limbs jackdaws preen
and now and then a Meadowlark

Your pale smooth bark scarred with black
Your seed pod catkins now dispersed
will return again next spring
Yes, they shall come back
This is a season long rehearsed
Nature's such a funny thing

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