Aspen Sunset

The aspen leaves of red and gold

framed the dryad's face

The slender trunks swayed in the winds

But could not match her grace

And as she danced, her red-gold hair

streamed and caught the breeze

Obscuring white arms with shoulders bare

Last waltz before the freeze

Dance, my lovely spirit

Quake upon the winds

For soon the snow will silent fall

And match your bark again