Aspen Tales Poem by Abra Sunshine Wongler

I can hear the whispering of tales long and timeless in the leaves of the aspen trees...
Here in the highlands I more here and move there...
The pine trees combing my hair, the quakies dusting my palms with their silky touch...
There are memories, there is the sound of a thousand doves...
Yet I ride on...to the salty sea...
Leaving behind the snow capped mountains...
Leaving to hear... another ancient tale...
Upon the cold winds... above the eddies of the sea...
But no matter how many different tales I hear...
Whispered in my ear...
The tales of the highland aspens...will echo the loudest in my mind...
The stroke of the evergreen will lighten my heart...
More than any mist from the ocean...