Golden Aspen grove's ignite the mountain crest,
Where Autumn paint's the Rockie's at their peak.
A velevet cloak across the high Divide,
In hue's of ember, brass, and shimmering gold.
Against the sapphre sky and granite gray,
The trembling leave's flutter like quiet flame,
They line the winding pass and valley floor,
A brief, bright splendor bound for winter's hold.
The crisp air whisper's through the yellow canopy,
Sweeping down from peak's of dusty snow.
In Colorado's high and sacred woods,
The mountain's burn in amber before they rest.
Welcome to the fall color's at their best, just a smiple moment to relax and enjoy mother nature before winter's blow's in. Alway's nice to share the color's...
