Linda Studley

Gold and Crystal

I hope my aura looks like a hoar frosted aspen
when the dawn’s first rays turn it all gold and crystal.

I hope all my good thoughts, any kindness I may have shown,
each time I gave of myself without calculating the cost,
all become the intertwining tangle of branch and twig faceted with prisms.

I hope their glint and glow shine into the knots and burls
of anger and envy and drive out the darkness in my soul.

I hope my aura looks like a hoar frosted aspen
when the dawn’s first rays turn it all gold and crystal.

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