I took root in a stand of golden aspen trees
My bark resembled dark eyes all over me.
I am the oldest of the ancients in my grove,
spared thus far from the fires of a stove.
Every fall I'm forced to forfeit my dense leaves.
They're taken by the wind, and my heart grieves
but nature has to obey and follow its course...
for there's no escaping its incredible force.
My Spring clothing turned into golden dresses
that appear to be sheered as if they were tresses
upon my branches and limbs, curved and bent,
Another season passes me by; another year spent.
I'll have to face another Winter, arms laid bare
for my leaves were taken, and none were spared
to keep me warm on those cold January nights
but I will dream of Spring instead of my plights.
ravenous vultures roam
cheek by jowl
battle lanes prolonged
Wrestle the weasel
in the tall grass
Laura dances
her hips throng
Lost paradise where did it go ?
We are born through golden forests
I will be as silent as a grave
The Son of Pan
appears in heavy guise,
beneath the pond
he hears foremost of our melancholy
at a white aspen we chant
Designed sapphires - I would fondly call them,
In red, yellow and variety green;
In shapes round, oval, heart-like diadem,
With white-red blood-vessels, tenderly seen;
Like rings and ear-rings of a charming queen,
Midst floors of forests blazing with sun-rays,
Like ballet dancers, in bright garbs you glaze;
Marveling at your mellow model-mode,
Not blinking their eyes wild birds and beasts gaze;
Breeze into magic melodies explode...!
30 October 2022
Dizain Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Theme: Nature
Content Title: Aspen Leaves
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Any qualms, quaking aspen
In shading a graveyard?
"No; not when, worn and wrinkly
My own pride discard!"
autumn approaches
episodic exhaling ~
quassative quakies
in Pando's shadow a young maiden sings
wander'd to and fro peat bog feet sloshing
auburn locks adorned in daisy crowned rings
quite unaware that something was watching
one with thick skinned carion heart at core
to scavenge Middlemist's red camellia
he too delivered from far away shores
a renaissance ratel in rebellion
Leila leisured in shade of quaking aspen trees
treacle honey joys spilled out across her dress
temptation so strong insatiable hunger needs
dark honey badger lept from a tufted hedge
in presence one so endeared, showed no fear
for all beasts, nature's greatest gift bequeath
proffered morsel from open hand as he neared
inquisitive eyes belied soft heart and sharp teeth
forest branches embraced the two in nosh
as trembling giant's rustling now subdued
ladybugs flit from branch to dew covered moss
fingers stroked rough fur nape to back as he chewed
two walked ancestral shores as newfound kin
sniff'g this way and that among tufted pearls
claws tap entranced her soft cooing voice hymn
face framed in rivulets long carefree curls
long past gone Leila's song through far away gates
honey badger' forest friend rests - Pando waits
Sitting at my Desk Among the Aspen and Pine
David J Walker
The intoxicating scent of
pinion pine
on the mountain
In the rain
I cannot explain
Its rejuvenating qualities
I only know
I am renewed
And the solitude
Of Aspen denuded
In the first snow
Of the season
Defines the reasons
I go
As often as possible
Sitting at my desk
Among the
Aspen and Pine
All together groups are falling
Once to join upon the ground
Day of reckoning concerning
None recalls the former crown
Suddenly we change forever
Band together all agreed
At once to jump the tree
We join the earth delirious
A season like a day from slumber
Another generation numbered
Greater purpose growing skyward
Sleeping Aspen marks a ring
September 8, 2019
Autumn morns
Each aspen
Shivers cold
And awakes
Dripping old
Golden sun
To cushion
The Winter’s
White carpet
where aspens huddle
in dense woods or open heaths
I often linger...
the shimmering foliage
my inebriated soul
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Contest: One NatureTanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Placed 1st
© paul callus 2nd August 2016
Into a thick stand of autumn's golden aspen I flee
Dark eyes in ghostly bark faces seem to follow me
Wind whispering through the yellow leaves decree,
"Rest, child. We offer you safety and tranquility."
What voice speaks in this mysterious forest.. a tree?
If I have gone insane, I shall drown myself in the sea.
"No, little one. Insanity in you I plainly do not foresee.
Have no fear. I am no ogre or something more beastly."
"I am the eldest of ancient ones. That is not a hyperbole.
Planted as seedling, I've reached decades of thirty-three.
In all that time this grove has sheltered those who plea.
If it's escape you wish, nature gives you this sanctuary."
Most venerable elder aspen, I shall drop to one knee
giving you thanks for your most gracious hospitality.
A bed I would make of your fallen leaves, so feathery.
I hope you give consent for I am as weary as I can be.
"Beneath my branches take rest and restore your energy.
In the shade of my sylvan forest, close your eyes and see
That deep inside your fearful soul, you alone hold the key
To unlock the chains that bind you, and set your heart free."
Grace and Aspen you are my loves
my Doves
my heart
my darts
I love you both
Grace smart, Brown eyes, Brown hair, Beatiful
Aspen smart, Brown eyes, Black eyes, Beatiful
but who should I chose
Grace or Aspen
We are the Aspen.
Our passion the colors of…
We are brightest at the Harvest
...
... perhaps not a Haiku, but a SuzieQ for sure ;)
Behind the rows of aspen trees
The zebras turn to autumn leaves
Beware of tiger symmetry
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