The Aspen Trees
We took the sled and
sped downhill
past the aspen trees;
their curling bark
seemed as if peeled back
by icy winds.
Winter’s grip stripped
all leaves and now
exposed, bare branches
reach toward the
warming sun.
The aspen trees are
beautiful in winter.
Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
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