Golden Robes

 

 

GOLDEN ROBES

Their golden robes shimmer and dance.

as the breeze tickles their undersides,

teasing them free of each branch.

One by one they fall,

gold on a trace of white brought in by the first storm of winter.

Inevitably the aspen is disrobed

and stands naked.

White bark scarred by the antlers of elk.

The tattered robe skims across the forest floor in a million pieces,

each leaf curls and withers, then crackles and turns to dust.

The final dance of the season is the most splendid,

A Universe of stars blink at the show.

 

By Roxy Whalley – Oct 2009 – a Nomad for Nature

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