I speak of wealth –
of golden hearts and golden time
Wherever I am is grandeur –
golden sunrise, golden grains
goldenrods, golden shrines

I am the magic of August nights
when fireflies flit about
In the gloom of winter nights
I bring hope twinkling from the heights

Truly, I am beauty
and treasure much desired
a desire that need  be reined
as  old King Midas
painfully learned


Written in response to Mish’s DVERSE Poetics Prompt: True Colors


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