The silver leaves of aspen trees <br />which shimmer in the playful breeze. <br />Each separate leaf reflecting light <br />like newly minted coinage bright. <br /> Quite soon will be a memory <br /> as autumn winds strip every tree <br /> until no single leaf is left <br />Their branches naked and bereft. <br />Though they still shiver in the breeze. <br />The naked branches do not please <br /> the eye the way they used to do. <br />I long again to see the view <br />of silver laden aspen trees. <br /> which dip and curtsy in the breeze.. <br /> <br />28-Oct-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insolvent-for-my-friend-aldo/
