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Aug 2015
a congregation
of creation,
Aspens gather in;
between the hills
where sunshine fills
the church of the ravine.

triumphantly the hymns
that play
on many golden ray,
light the way
for trees that pray
and touch the Heavens' gate.

a gentle breeze
is not perceived
except on leaves of green,
whose bright colors
quake and nod
moved by a breath of God.

their branches white
bathed in moonlight
reflect a spirit strong,
stood straight these years
through storm and tears
with roots in solid ground.

the Aspen Grove
how I would rove
a childhood of dreams,
my spirit always
spoken to
in company of trees.
I was out for an evening walk when the image of canyons with the Quaking Aspens suddenly struck me.  I haven't seen these trees in ages it seems, but they were a frequent site in my youth.   Many a Sunday drive in the canyons...
Amy H
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Amy H  45/F/United States of Abandon
(45/F/United States of Abandon)   
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   ---, Ocean Blue and GaryFairy
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