Give Way to Gold
There is a turbulence of gold
Rioting along the fold
Where sea meets sky in dazzling power
Like a brilliant, fleeting flower:
Morn and eve, in colours brief;
And green gives way to gold in leaf:
Exquisite death upon display;
So glorious it cannot stay.
You are my golden sky.
ReplyDeleteWonderful connection to one of my favorite poems/poets.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Those last two lines are especially lovely.
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