From his throne of molten gold
The twilight dragon rouses
To breathe white vapor.
Upon the countenance of conquerors
He gifts great ambition and grand dreams.
Tag: gold
Gold
Gold on gold
Sleeping lions lie
On the Serengeti
Atop the Christmas Tree
Upon a throne of fir
A golden king
New Year beckons
Christmas Tree
Over a passing truck
Blinks a traffic light:
Baubled red, then green
Gold twines on twin arms
And sitting like a jewel
Upon the apex
A perfect pearl moon
Dawn
Overhead, the sky
Slowly, gold tones permeate
A wren pipes his song
False Idol
The ghost of who you once were haunts
The bright recesses of my memory
Hung like bare light bulbs in a well-swept attic
Tended to and frequented often
Though I do not take my meals there
Though I do not shower there
Though I do not work there
There is living and there is dreaming
And in that space I am only a creature of the mind
Spinning fables into golden memories
To crown upon your brow in adoration
RED GLADIOLA 