The Same Color As Your Eyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Aspens are always in sorority:
They are almost as light as air, they strike out tenderly:
They are tenebrous and winsome,
And they come after the fire easily when there are no more
Of the stranger, more uneasy trees;
And even if all the grizzly bears have all been roped,
And the wild flowers of her slopes have wilted other wises,
Melted right off the bones of the aeries of skree
Just because, why the aspens are still there:
Gossiping, changing in and out of women,
Drinking in their pools and having sleep-overs:
My mother was born in Colorado, Sharon:
And the two of you make me think of each other,
And I wonder if that is why you moved to where you finally
Came to rest,
To sing with the aspen, and to walk through their unplanned
Canopies while the naked air blistered you with the same
Color as your eyes.