Farewell to Grand Lake

I came to Grand Lake at the height of the aspen gold rush.  I watched them survive a winter storm, then weaken in shades of brown as the time to leave has nearly come.  They will soon drop those lovely yellow leaves, and I will leave tomorrow for a long drive home.

The same aspens after the storm

Aspens as they were when I arrived

Here are three pictures, taken from the same place, near my cabin, showing the aspens as they were when I arrived, then after the storm, and now in their fading.  

The fading aspens as we all must leave

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To be Used Later

     Sharon Hawley

The violent surface of a mountain stream

scampering over rocks

water slant and screaming through the trees

eternal moan and wail

streaming down the cold granite

becoming winter

while cliffs rise black above

When I am old and full of sleep

and nodding by the fire

let this scene revive:

only trees of sterner stuff

survive here