When aspens sing
by Elouise
When aspens sing
Hearts dance
And skip a beat
Rejoicing
A young deer
Peers through trunks
Upright
Gleaming
Quaking leaves
Tremble in harmony
Golden tones
Rustling
Feeling my way along
I peer down a fork in the road
Considering my options
Renewed
Changing of the year? Maybe.
The young deer reminds me of Aslan quietly appearing in the forest. How willing am I to follow the lead of a young deer, or an older lion? The magnitude of choices offered each day is overwhelming.
I want to make it through the forest this year. If not unscathed, then stronger than I was at the beginning. Grateful for eyes in the forest watching over me, traveling with me no matter which fork I take.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 January 2020
Photo of mule deer found at pinterest.com
Telling the Truth 
Dear Elouise,
I LOVED this poem, and the picture!
They remind me of one of my most beloved poems, written by Robert Frost, who lived down the road from me in East Derry, NH:
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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He lived down the road from you? ! I love this poem, too. Thanks so much including it in your comment! 💜💕
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Beautiful
poem and photo I always mix up the Aspen and the Paper or White Birch.
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Thanks, Dave. The sound of aspen leaves fluttering in the wind is awesome! 💨
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Beautiful poem and photo!
We used to live among the aspen and pine trees…they stood side by side…the colors were stunning and I loved hearing the aspen leaves “sing” in Autumn! 🙂
Yes, when we walk through the forest…we are not alone.
(((HUGS))) and ❤ 🙂
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Thanks, Carolyn! What a wonderful memory. 🙂
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