written with music
Aspen, I know your secrets
and I saw you on that day
when they asked me
if this could be my home
where the wild grasses sway
I think… that you love the wind
when it’s raging through your leaves
and I know that
you adore the tempest
more than all the other trees
Rain drops… may as well not fall
if they drip a soothing rain
but a sprinkle
Lest they’re pounding hard
and they’re pouring down the panes
You love… the imbrifero
At its overpow’ring best
It incites you
and you invite the storm
as it thunders in your chest
Aspen, when the clouds have passed
I could never even tell
but your branches
as they quiver softly
say you love the calm as well


interesting poem
Who is the author?
Myself is the author.
that is great! You are quite the poet! Very unique angle on nature. I would like to hear the music some time.
But, what’s an imbrifero? I tried to look it up on Spanish Translation but it had no clue.
I thought I saw it on the menu at El Loro last time – it’s very spicy and thus it would ‘thunder in the chest’. (heartburn) Let me know if that’s right…
Hahahaha, I love you daddy. Such a comedian… =]
I would like to just keep your definition, but an alternative meaning is “rain-bringing”. It’s a Latin adjective which I use substantively just because Latin is fun like that.
So I heard a pun involving an airport code today and I thought of you… hehe
Awww Chirp! that was BEAUTIFUL! I need you to come home for Christmas so that you can teach me the music. =]