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Aspens ~ Sharmagne Leland-St. John
Two Trembling Aspens
by Paulette Demers Turco
All our heart-shaped leaves are shed–
our golden coins spread on earth’s bed,
when gradually, they dried, grew thin
as frost and arid air blew in.
As alabaster as our bark,
each crystal-coated spindly arc
of branch is reaching up. A flex
or two in changing wind projects
our svelte display, our swaying stance.
The pair of us may brush, by chance,
a limb, without a shhh, shhh sigh–
we’re not fenced in. We fool the eye.
It’s likely we were born from seed;
our roots spread through the soil to feed.
Intimately entwined as two,
within the giving earth, we woo.
We’ll tremble next in spring, begin
creating precious clones–our kin.
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