Drifting-on-air days

       What landscape is this
       where women float by
       on crisp blue-sky air
       laughing about their past?

       Or is it their laughter
       that is drifting,
       lazily along,
       under the warm autumn sun?

       Either way, the air
       is perfectly warm-cool
       when the women gather
       floating on their laughter

       the way only Colorado
       September-mountain-air days
       can be brilliantly forever sky blue
    
       the way only golden-orange
       aspen leaves ripple
       and below them
       breezy streams tumble,
       shining all the way down.

       This is the landscape that-
       these are the women who-
       hold me up

       and in me, their glow shimmers
       even after we descend
       from our blue-sky-floating
       drifting-on-air days
       to the everyday lives we lead.

       This is the shimmer
       that holds me up.