‘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 TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Joan Gilbert July 8, 2014 I liked your poem. It was well written and amusing. What better? Joan 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