‘Aspens Turning’ by Donald Mace Williams The Society July 7, 2014 Beauty, Poetry 3 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. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 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 Cheryl Beckley October 17, 2019 October 17, 2019 Although I have not seen aspens turning in many a year, your poem made me recall their “golden sheen” surrounding the white trunks, especially as they descend into the valley and rise above like a shivering shield. Thank you for your insight. Reply Leave a Reply to Joan Gilbert Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.