Aspens

The sky is filled
with pieces of gold
being tossed about
by playful winds.
It is as if
a mischievous child
has tipped the coffers
of the gods,
spilling their riches
upon the mortals below.
The impulse is there
to scurry after the golden coins,
stuffing my pockets
to overflowing
while images of incredible wealth
dance through my mind.
But the cool grass beneath me
and the warmth of the sun above
breeds a feeling of lassitude,
and I simply lie here,
watching the “pennies from heaven”
float upon the tradewinds.