It’s That Kind of a Morning

 It’s that kind of morning

Crisp

Sparkling grass

Dripping wet from recent rains

Dogs breath steaming upward

Sunlit fluffy clouds drift

Pushed along

By a skiff of a breeze

Settling in the valleys

Clinging to the trees

Finally feels like fall

Aspen oh Aspen

 The day was young

A glimpse of dawn

From skye-light hung

The Aspens

The Aspens stood quietly

Waiting

Waiting for the very first breeze

To shake their glossy manes

In the earl October freeze

Gently rising

Myst from the lake

All were waiting

For the Aspens to Quake

The sun drifted up slowly

Awakening the breeze

Sending the signal to awake 

Oh Aspen, Oh Aspen

Standing in the breeze

Quake, Quake, my beautiful,

My beautiful Aspen Trees!

 I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

Until you’re 

Resting

Here with me