Golden, Missoula, Montana
Aspen leaves and sunlight married; like so many golden coins, scattered…
If the Sun Were A Tree
If the sun were a tree
Its leaves would be this shining color
And they would drop
Over the toes of my boots
Ankle deep.
When I step
There would be the sound
Of light breaking.
— Tom Hennen
Lovely--both the poem and the magical sunlight picture. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it - pretty sure you'll enjoy David Whyte's poem in the 11/7 post - i thought of you on forest treks when i first read it. :-)
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