Golden Moments

golden.moments.2JPGgolden.momentsThe low-slung autumn sun,
Distant but valiant,
Casts a gentle
Golden glow
On tree
And hedge
And bush.
Exhausted leaves,
Slipping quietly
Into their dotage,
Stir and find
Their yellows, browns and oranges
Are burnished
And transformed
To bronzes, coppers, golds
Like the slumbering embers
Of summer’s warmer days,
Extinguished now
But leaving the glow
Of golden moments
Deep within our souls.

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14 Responses to Golden Moments

  1. Pauline says:

    Lovely Cathy, both the words and your photo. The countryside here is very golden indeed.

  2. sueturner31 says:


  3. My Watering Can says:

    Really wonderful, words and images

  4. Very nice post. Loved the words that accompanied your photos. Blessings, Natalie πŸ™‚

  5. Annette says:

    Dear Mrs. Yeats, ups, Cathy that is, such beauty, such poetry – I lower my humble head in admiration. πŸ™‚ Thanks for this!

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