Aspens Poem by Chris Embrick

The beauty of Aspens against a cobalt sky
In lush meadows where the eagles fly
In brilliant sun, deep blue and bright
Their golden crowns shimmer in the morning light
When autumn days turn crisp and dry.

Along the streams their boughs rise
Their trunks scarred with tale-tale eyes
As snow dusts the Rockies high
Aspens quake against the sky.

Stately tall for their size
Seasons come and go, their beauty never dies
Ghostly trunks against the night
Their dark eyes like tattoos etched in white
Among the trees, few immortalized
Aspens against a cobalt sky.