Gold in the West

Chatter of the Aspens

The Aspens Quake in mirth and prayer,
a mystery as to what they see –
yet bound to me in youth’s memory.

The Sierras are grand in boulders of granite,
and trees that scrape the heavens;
but when all is but remembering,
I am called by these simple trees…

as gold comes early –
just for me.