"A Stand of Aspen in December"
Oil on Canvas
A Stand of Aspen in December
When nightfall extinguishes the last light, when the lovers can no longer see the stand of Aspen that so confirms their love with its nakedness that betrayed no infirmity, I began to believe that I have had too much love slashing and burning and running. I want to light afire the night and the aspen and the stars with sparks as hot as the sun, to see it all whiten with heat, as the stand collapses, smoldering on the frozen ground. But this time, I will stay with you, to wait out the clearing smoke, to claim that it was no accident that had happened here, to watch seedlings appear from the bracken.
With you, I will them some water.
With you, I will bring them some light.