Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Through flickering leaves

















in the aspen grove
light falls through flickering leaves
like sounds of laughter

across long dry grass
bent down by the deer at night
day's hard light shimmers

the high mountain wind
sifts through and skitters loosely
winding around trunks

where bent white trees arch
over long flattened grasses
all things are made soft

21 Comments:

Blogger Firehawk said...

MB,

This one has great "flow". Really enjoyed it, felt the words.

9/05/2006 9:17 AM  
Blogger floots said...

wonderful words and pictures
loved
the view
the silver birch
and
your help in seeing them
cheers

9/05/2006 10:59 AM  
Blogger kasturi said...

i know this, what you've described. next week i'll be in nevada and will witness it first-hand again. thanks.

9/05/2006 11:00 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Not only beautiful pics, equally vivid words!! Been watching 4 bucks trample down the grass in the ravine behind the house tonight.

9/05/2006 5:06 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Aspen shimmering -- ahhhhh. And the sound those leaves make is what the word "susurration" lives for.

Factoid I'd heard from one of my brothers -- that an aspen grove is often one tree (think of a rhizome-spreading grass) with many different tree-sized "shoots."

9/05/2006 7:09 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

oh, i bet this grove is gorgeous in its autumn colors!

9/05/2006 8:51 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

An aspen grove, but look at the vista of rolling hills! I especially appreciate the combining of poetry and photo in this post... they flicker through each other! Marvelous.

9/05/2006 9:02 PM  
Anonymous Ruth said...

Yes, I can hear the leaves, one of my favorite sounds here on my farm: the poplars/aspens at the back, leaves fluttering. Thank you.

9/06/2006 4:30 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

I'm sitting in my office listening to wind chimes, and I can hear the music in your words and the sounds that emanate from the photographs.

9/06/2006 12:39 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

The top picture reminds me of a Cozy Sheridan song: My bed is too small for my tiredness. Give me a hillside with trees. And tuck a cloud up under my head - Lord, blow the moon out please.

9/06/2006 5:00 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Nice photos! What beautiful country. And I love the flickering...shimmers...skitters - ending unexpectedly in soft.

9/06/2006 5:35 PM  
Blogger gracie said...

perfect meter, astounding imagery and surprising invitation to presence.. to become soft too.

9/06/2006 5:56 PM  
Blogger Jean said...

"light falls through flickering leaves
like sounds of laughter..."

Quelle belle image !
J'adore !
Les deux photos sont ├ęgalement tr├Ęs belles !

9/07/2006 1:46 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

From now on when I hear the wind in the aspens and see the light on their leaves I will hear the sounds of laughter
thank you

9/07/2006 5:24 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

light falling like laughter--i love the image...

9/07/2006 12:22 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Firehawk, thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Floots, the "silver birch" as you know it, is a beautiful tree.

Kasturi, enjoy your trip!

Pat, four bucks! What a sight that must be.

Lori, susurration is a very appropriate word. And yes, the trees are connected by their root system and therefore are really one organism. Mind-boggling when you see how large some of these groves get.

Sky, it will be absolutely gorgeous when those shimmering green leaves turn orange and gold against the dark pines.

Ruth, welcome! Lucky you to have trees like that so close by.

Mermaid, it makes me smile to think of such sights and sounds taking over your office!

Pauline, welcome! Thanks for sharing the apropos lyrics. (But I take great delight in the moon and starlight!)

Leslee, thanks so much.

Gracie, the trees always extend such an invitation.

Jean, merci beaucoups pour votres mots genereux!

Endment, I think I will, too!

Michelle, thank you very much.

9/07/2006 3:57 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Brenda, thanks for your wonderful comment. (Sorry I missed you somehow!) It's hard to get perspective, but those "rolling hills" are actually mountains, 8,000 to 12,000 feet in elevation, depending on where you look in the picture. Big country!

9/07/2006 5:22 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

Oh, I miss those happy dancing sensual aspen leaves--I have been in love with them since traveling west as a child!

And what a gorgeous landscape...
thanks for bringing me back to that beauty...your poem and photos bring them to live so clearly...

9/07/2006 8:41 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

A lovely walk through your mind

9/08/2006 11:00 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Firebird, I'm happy to share it with you.

Sue, your comment made me smile. I often wish I could walk through another's mind.

9/09/2006 1:43 PM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

Beautiful post.

10/01/2006 10:26 AM  

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