Aspen Beauty Poem by Nancy Vorkink

My memories are clear as the bluest sky.
I joined my church in the Rockies on a perfect day.
Exaltation! God’s presence so peaceful, so present.
Through the binoculars, circles
Of gorgeous beauty crystallize,
Spin like ginger candy, orange and yellow.
Tender city eyes blink at the bright sun
So riveting at high altitude. I hear the sweet quake of aspens,
Watch unfold a autumn scene so divine
My heart skips a beat. What splendor!
Humbled by this fierce burst of Glory
I take a short walk alone to steady myself.
On the trail I feel deep inner peace
Called out gentle affirmations.
Through the tall log pines, evergreens and spruces
I sing in joyful bliss.
Below my feet float on the grassy path
Stand purple-red fireweed now dried, a sign of coming winter.
Time seems forever. Infinity. The sky is full.
“It’s time to go.” I’m not ready.
A gust of wind blows down a single aspen leaf I still have.
Next time, I hope to see the beaver dam and
Embrace autumn with such reverence again.

© 2004 Nancy Vorkink