Doesn’t purple burn?
Doesn’t it melt
languid
into gold?
Apollo stokes
the coals of dawn
gilding the sky
with alchemy.
Tag Archives: gold
Connections: January 24.18
Connections: November 29.16
Gathering its lavender
pinning it with gold
autumn day retires
iridescently furloughed.
Thanks more to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: November 18.16
Connections: November 8.16
Pouring gold
somewhere
November sun
sets
kindling clouds
trailing stars
in cosmic
opal’d
nets.
Connections: October 12.16
Chrysanthemum! In brazen breath
proclaims itself unquellable
but
its burning russets, coals of gold
don’t make it less unspellable.
Connections: October 2.16
The crabapple and the ash
one glorious autumn day
found themselves entangled
decided it time to play
they leaf-tickled each other
tree-giggled susurrously
bouncing and dodging mid-air
lobbing soft gold at me.
Connections: September 13.16
Once upon an autumn day
when the world was turning gold
shadows mocked in counterplay:
tomorrow you’ll be too old.
Connections: July 21
Palpitations! Can it be?
Is this the gold of fall I see?
It’s just July! But life goes fast —
so short the Now
so long the Past.
Connections: November 19
The world last night
was awash in gold
a molten sunset
blindingly toled.
Weightless lava
plating all,
transient karats
on my wall.
Oddments 