This poem was written as a result of a dream I had and it was distinct and clear. I have tried to describe the image I saw in my dream and this poem is it. I have hunted in the Rocky Mountains and I am familiar with aspen groves that sort of glitter when blown by a strong gust of wind. The undersides of their leaves are silver and put on quite a display. The image in the dream was haunting and I couldn't remember if it was the tree trunks or staving faces I saw. There was certainly falling snow and a barbed wire ranch fence.I jumped out of bed and proceeded directly to the computer to record it before it passed from memory as so many do.
Faye, I had a dream about the Rocky Mountains and I did the "Faces Poem" The "Planting Poem" is now finished as well. I bought a book on how to write poetry but it just confused me so I will continue to write my amateurish poetry