Not Soon Shaken

   
Tender you are, my friend,
to sympathetic tremble
in vagrant frequencies
ariel vibrations
wafted fragrances of disprit loves

Thus your mooring, hand in hand,
need be gripping strong
the Rooted Ageless One.

Leaves of quaking aspen
flutter blinking gold
late summer long
in lightest breath,
souls alive in symphonic
solar wind.

Yet comes frost to the shaken
stems let go
not forsaken
fertile mould upon the forest floor
so deepens
leaf by briefly  Autumn taken
singing leaf.