The silver leaves of aspen trees
which shimmer in the playful breeze.
Each separate leaf reflecting light
like newly minted coinage bright.
Quite soon will be a memory
as autumn winds strip every tree
until no single leaf is left
Their branches naked and bereft.
Though they still shiver in the breeze.
The naked branches do not please
the eye the way they used to do.
I long again to see the view
of silver laden aspen trees.
which dip and curtsy in the breeze..
28-Oct-07
Lovely piece Ivor. I was swaying with the trees, great flow and well woven together. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem Insolvent and all will come back to bloom again! (10) ! ! Thad