Poem: Quaking of Aspen Leaves by MW Hardwick
Discover your love and your passion in life…
Maybe it’s more than one
Pursue life with energy in a place
Fitting your nature and sensibilities
Embrace a walk in the woods above 10,000 ft
I love hearing the Aspen leaves quaking in the afternoon sun
Listening in a mindful way to the whispers
Feeling tranquility wash over me
Wondering is this the end of Fall
Or just a winter tease
I love the sound of clicking boots on the mountain path and switchbacks.
Wisp of the wind in the pine and aspen trees
Limbs turning to and fro as birds hang on for dear life
Tickle of thin and cooler air of early Fall
I love the solitude and comfort of nature.
My body feling restored and mind being renewal
By just taking a belly breath in the moment.
Mountains are my place to feel free…happy, spiritual
And at peace…peace…peace…