When I see the Aspen gold, I know, it won’t be long til the snow. And there’s something there, as I breathe, it’s in the air, yet deeper, some inner keeper, more than the beauty I am seeing, it’s my very being, it’s a moment without time, filled with life’s rhyme, a reassuring calm, a balm, a feeling I can touch, that promises so much, an ending and a beginning.