‘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. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 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 Reply Leave a Reply to Joan Gilbert Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.