Gold

Quietly, leisurely, now the sun,
In her golden gown, walks the dawn.
'Cross the horizon she spots in her sights
Golden doves in golden flight:
One by one the tree tops seize
Her beams beneath their golden leaves:
Sipping a drink, with elegant stance,
Eyes shining gold, two deer prance:
From their dark, damp lair, the crocuses peek,
Gold babies, greeting the sun they seek:
A chattering squirrel goes scampering by
With golden tail and golden eye:
And motionless shapes in the forest gleam
By golden stalks near the golden stream.

Love, Jody

Modeled After
"Silver"
by
Walter de le Mare


Printed in
LYRICAL IOWA
1998
Iowa Poetry Association