‘Aspens Turning’ by Donald Mace Williams The Society July 7, 2014 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments The aspens are turning, my neighbor said. I went to see. Mostly gold, some red, They stood and whirled, their white trunks bare. A bright sheen (spun gold) filled the air. The whole big hill was turning, too. Trees from the back came into view. I tried with a toe and nearly fell, Like stepping on a carousel. Here came two close-together trees Filled up with dizzy chickadees, And some were upside down and clinging, Some rightside up, but all were singing A small, excited dee-dee-dee As if to say, what a crazy tree. Donald Mace Williams is a retired journalist and professor. Featured Image: Photograph by Bonnie. Related Post ‘A Poem’s Truth’ by Michael Stutz A poem's truth, when presently revealed Inside its lines where they had first congealed Will fill you with a youthful ardent joy— Like fi... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Joan Gilbert July 8, 2014 I liked your poem. It was well written and amusing. What better? Joan Reply Don Williams July 13, 2014 Thanks, Joan. It’s nice to have had an appreciative reader. — Don Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.