A Death in Gold
I am a witness to natures glorious exhibition.
There was a celebration—
Crowds of families,
and the quick woodland folk darting through the leaves
as if summoned by the season’s grandeur.
This morning, the people have gone
But the chorus of life is not dimmed.
The trees everywhere are heavy with
gold coins trembling in morning’s slow breath.
A river, wide and easy glass ribbon
gliding by at the speed of calm.
The flotilla of ten thousand
Golden canoes swirl and idle
As they drift on their journey
To the future unknown.
And it is all too much for this poet—
So I die here on the bank—
For an hour,
Or two.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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