Dancing Aspen

Dancing Aspen

This fall,

my daughter, I almost see you walk….

in gold and saffron


between the leaves,

your shadow answered

on white bark

dappled with fire.

You have opened to us

this sky

this forest

this shimmering yellow sea

of light

so transcient —

that while we breathe

it breaks.

You have taught us this Epiphany

that we may know

our own

deep branching root.

From a new manuscript “Living Bridge