Aspensong

The pale chartreuse

to safron hue,

with every shade between;

In bright bouquets

arrayed against 

the lush and verdant green

Of pompous pine

and formal fir

and stately spruce grown tall.

Their lower limbs

spread all around

like trains worn to a ball.

The hills boast yellow

garlands now;

and proud of nature's prize,

They play the scales

of golden tones

in perfect exercise.

~ Everlynn Merilatt Boal