Look up look up The aspens bid Silent sentinels Waiting expectantly To quiver once more On unseen breezeAbandoned unto joyTiny clapping cymbalsHung on slender petiolesAn airy symphony For whose earsThis silent tinkling For creatures here Or those with angel wings Is the breeze itself The wake of joyous cherubs Chasing amongst branches Tempests and ragingContinue reading “An Aspen Serenade”