Clapping Aspen

(For T.S. Poetry’s theme for June: Trees. Visit the Every Day Poems and T.S. Poetry Facebook pages for more!)

clapping aspen in the wind

In the rising wind of a coming dust storm
a mini-stand of aspen planted between

the heron pond and the stucco home
made some noise; they say it’s

“quaking.” But that name makes one
think of timid fear. Listen like

a musician, with the psalter’s ear,
and hear, instead, the sound of applause.

For you shall go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field
shall clap their hands.
(Isaiah 55:12)

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Filed under Random Acts of Poetry, Worship

3 responses to “Clapping Aspen

  1. This really good, miss M. The rhythm, the sounds, the imagery– all of it.


  2. The sound of aspens–one of my mom’s favorites.

  3. Quaking…yes. This is lovely, Monica.

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