The Ebb and Flow of Aspen

“The Ebb and Flow of Aspen,” a poem by Lori Gurtman.

Weeks before, months after
The longest day of the year
Sunlight streams down
Tourists swell the town
Hotels and restaurants come alive
Patrons spend and businesses thrive
People frolic outdoors
Rafting, biking, hiking galore
Under the stars, swaying to the beat
Concerts entertain crowds on the street

But in the middle of peak season
Locals complain with good reason
Cars, bikes, and pedestrians
Create traffic and congestion

Cooler weather signals transition
And school begins a new session
Golden-colored leaves
Dance from Aspen trees
Visitors leave without a trace
Finally, an open parking space

Winter is officially here
The shortest day of the year
Christmas lights shimmer and glow
Mountains pile high with snow
On the slopes skiers and snowboarders abound
Playing like children on a powdery playground
Enjoying apr├Ęs before they dine
Sipping cocktails and fine wine
Smiling proprietors count their bills
Fattening their bank accounts until
Vacationers fly home on jets
And the town once again resets

Snow melts, flowers bloom, bluebirds sing
Earth permeates with the scents of spring
Aspen remains quiet for a little while
As the ebb and flow begins a new cycle

About Lori Gurtman
Lori Gurtman is an author living in Aspen, Colorado.

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One Response to “The Ebb and Flow of Aspen”

  1. Barbara says:

    Wow! That truly captures the flow of the seasons in Aspen. Beautifully written!

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