Aspens
“I’m fire in the leaves, obstreperous as a New England farmer. I see fear in the eyes of his children. They walk home from school, as evening falls like an advancing trickle of bats, the sky pungent as bounty in chimney smoke. I read the scowl below the smiles of parents at my son’s soccer game, their agitation, the figure of wind yellow leaves make of quaking aspen.’’
— From “Thinking of Frost,’’ by Major Jackson, a poet and a professor of English at the University of Vermont
