Aspen
I am
a white aspen
in a
crooked canyon.
Dew
sprinkled leaves
clattering
with delight.
Deep holes
of mystery
at my root.
Branches ringed
with
the weight
of thought.
Trunk
curling and twisting
yet
reaching
finger branches
to
the
spiral dawn.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2008
