Aspen Poems - Poems about Aspen

White Aspen

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

Aspen Leaves

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

Any Qualms, Quaking Aspen

Any qualms, quaking aspen
In shading a graveyard?
"No; not when, worn and wrinkly
My own pride discard!"

nature In autumn

autumn approaches
	episodic exhaling ~
		quassative quakies

Pando Waits

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

Sitting At My Desk Among the Aspen and Pine

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 Sleeps

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

Aspen

Autumn morns
Each aspen
Shivers cold

And awakes
Dripping old
Golden sun

To cushion
The Winter’s
White carpet

The Devil Came To Aspen, Part Ii

...The devil didn’t hide, he strutted right out,
a smile painted on his red face.
“Why my dear sheriff, how in the world
Did you ever find my new place?”
Abner stared on, seething with hate.

“An old friend told me to find you here,”
He explained, glancing up to the sky.
“You know why I’m here, you son-of-a-*****.
You made those poor

The Devil Came To Aspen, Part I

In eighteen hundred ninety-three,
back in those silver-mining days,
a figure walked into Aspen town,
and it was the devil they say,
come looking for new souls to take.

He didn’t look like you would think,
the first time he appeared.
He was dressed like any old cow-poke,
and spend hours in saloons drinking beer,
a rough figure, but not much to fear.

They say

Where Aspen Trees Grow

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

Beneath the Ancient Aspen

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

Quaking Aspen

We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our barren branches cling
to icy white glitter.

As the breath of winter ebbs
we watch the crystal spring run-off
growing ever greener with envy 
of how it races down the hill; babbling.
We whisper this

Grace and Aspen

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

The 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 ;)

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