Golden sun in golden sky, Gold my dreams as geese fly by; Thoughts which, draped in golden threads, Tuck gold leaves in golden beds. Days and months have come of age, Golden words on gilded page; Denouement of summer’s blush, Autumn sighs, a golden hush.
Golden sun in golden sky,
Gold my dreams as geese fly by;
Thoughts which, draped in golden threads,
Tuck gold leaves in golden beds.
Days and months have come of age,
Golden words on gilded page;
Denouement of summer’s blush,
Autumn sighs, a golden hush.
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You are wowing me with your autumn poems! Thank you!
Ah, it is a time of rich contentment. 🙂
Ours has been a lovely fall season. The first skiff of snow came down today(sideways in the wind) so I think it will soon be at an end. But it is so very good to enjoy each day, each changing season, as it marks our journey toward our better selves. How have you been, Gallivanta?
I have been quite well, thank you. Even though we are in spring the forecast is for a whiff of snow here tomorrow. 🙂
Ah, not to last long, I hope! Just the last vestiges before the good stuff begins!! 🙂
They were wrong about the snow. The past few days have been glorious. Hooray.
Yay! Here’s to fallible weathermen! 😉
Wow – golden poet. That was beautiful!
🙂 Now you’ve got me grinning…
I’d say you hit the gold standard with that.
Ha Thanks Lyle. It’s not a Golden Globe, but I’ll take it 🙂
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