and golden was the glow from the forest as we walked
into the sun low on the horizon,
our feet swishing through leaves on the trail,
our gaze above us, to the canopy.
the quaking aspen invited us, “stay,”
rustling in percussive background
to our hearts beating and wishing.
the respite in the woods,
the time on mountains,
the black and white of this stand,
we immersed in immense beauty.
stopping in the middle, the path forward and back,
we stood tall,
and shimmered with them,