Our Aspen Sings



take time,

garnish it with tone
and there’s music

take those and oscillating leaves
beyond the hoop house
splashing light
from the silvery green crown
of an aspen
—quick crisp rustle

—spray from a fountain
like the shower of sparks
that flew from the grinder
my father held to steel

from those glittering leaves,
its rustling voice sparking,
our aspen sings

.
Jim Culleny
4/12/17