awakened quaking aspen

Some hot August day
I will think of the moment
when the Quaking Aspen leaves unrolled
so suddenly.

Unborn a week ago, now awakened
green hearts dance joyfully above me
in the wild spring gale,
gripping mightily their link to earth.

But some hot August day, when the gales have spent themselves
and the air itself is heavy, when I am languid and
all of nature is still – waiting –
holding its breath,

My eyes will search the tender leaves of the Quaking Aspen
for witness of what I cannot see – some hint of breeze –
and I will gratefully return to the cool spring day this week
when the earth brought forth these spirited companions.

2 thoughts on “awakened quaking aspen

  1. Beautiful, reminds me of my muse T.S. Eliot

    Time present and time past
    Are both perhaps present in time future
    And time future contained in time past.
    If all time is eternally present
    All time is unredeemable.
    What might have been is an abstraction
    Remaining a perpetual possibility
    Only in a world of speculation.
    What might have been and what has been
    Point to one end, which is always present.
    –Four Quartets, Burnt Norton

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