Green into Gold When summer hints its time has pastSky exudes an ambient castDiaphanous moments unfoldI will follow, green into gold. When graceful willows twist and bendUndulating until day’s endWords unspoken, secrets untoldI will follow, green into gold. When oak leaves tumble to their deathAutumn exhales its frosty breathSometimes I wish for touch of coldIContinue reading “Green Into Gold”
My haven for poetry, photography & videos
Colleen Keller Breuning 