Light and Gold

There’s a way that shadows play over hardwood floor when only lamplight spreads the gleam and darkness hides in shades. It seems a closer kind of light a bright that almost reaches out, shakes your hand and winks as if to say the shadows always leave this way, when people really care to light the […]

It Gilds the Trees

It gilds the trees in tinges. It travels on the air. It wreaths the clouds in flashiness and rarifies the fair. – The branches dance in golden; bright wonders from afar- the treasure storehouse glidenwave from some ancient star. – The world’s a riot fire the sky’s a-dance with flame. The clouds are smoke puffs […]

Treasures

But in sometimes, spry, He sprinkles golden bits of trees– a dash of brash and yellow– in a wash of emerald sea. We trust the trees are making the jewel cast from above that much more delicious to watch, and see, and love. – – – Photo by Michael Pointner: https://www.pexels.com

Leaves Much to be Desired

Leaves are bits of rare gold-dust swirling, whirling, down to man; ruby, russet, emerald that cover up the browning grass like jewels. Such renewals start by dropping gems like glass shattering hues till reassembled green can peak from trees again. The currency exchange we trust. – – Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash

Bobbing for Apples

As we bob apples that are dappled like they’ve grappled with the cold, Peering under, we seek plunder, bits of yellow apple gold People dipping heads in, dripping, snag their tokens of the fall. Latching onto catching one, two, twigs then rise with apples twain Each rise, grinning, fresh with winning, this beginning of delights. […]

Morning Light

Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.

Good Gifts

hand-fashioned of gold in a flawless design, and no less beautiful when they are theirs, not mine –

Sunset Meditations

Soft and hazy light tinting the air with gold— the sweetest moments of the day like a tapestry unrolled across the sky tonight. The sun is saying goodbye— a warm wash of rose gold above the mountains, enchanting to behold, and yet I want to cry. The sunset fills my eyes, but the […]