Autumn in the Aspen Grove

Meditative moment: join me in the glowy glory of this golden aspen grove near McCall, Idaho. 
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The way the sun, bold and bare in the crisp cotton sheet of blue sky
Warms the leaves of the aspen trees and makes the very air glow 
Runs over my taut senses like a heavy gentle settling; my breath crackles up my sternum and out to meet the silence 
And on the exhale I am gathered
In the shared woven roots that sustain their contented height 
The branches of my lungs meld and weave in rhythm with the centered breath of this communion 
And the aspen trees sigh without concern, pleasantly held in this Autumn moment as they release their weightless leaves, one at a time 
The veins and spines detaching to mulch in the sacred promise of the grove