Tag: Quaking Aspen

How often 
do we fail to see
What’s right before our eyes?

Like the dancing leaves
Of an Aspen–quaking
Against a crisp, autumn breeze

Shimmering 
In the direct gaze 
Of a bold sun

Dangling
Like golden coins
Waiting to be plucked

Trembling with possibility,
Spinning–heads, then tails–
My destiny hangs in the balance…

Do I dare to climb
Out on a limb
And claim the treasure

Of a fate 
Fashioned from
My own, deepest desires?

Tell me, would you dare
To let it fall
Unseized?