“Come on in…,”  said the aspens.

“Follow the trail and be our guest.”

“Step into our realm.”

“Allow us to bathe you with sparkles of light,

filtering through our golden canopy.”

“Let the air caress your face with a soft wind,

and embrace you with our fragrance.”

“Come on in…,”  said the aspens. 

“Follow our trail…

and let us whisper into your ear nature’s melody,

with the last dance of this year’s golden leaves.”

© 2008 Migdalia Caban