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
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Written in response to Mish’s DVERSE Poetics Prompt: True Colors
MY WALL 
Eyes of
Nature Beauty
Always😊
Aww, gold speaks well here, reminding us of its natural beauty but also the consequences of greed.
Well done!
Gold is a beautiful color. I love golden light best!
Truly…
Imelda, this glittered like gold!
Thank you, Rob. 🙂
Such beautiful imagery!
Thank you so much for the kind words. 🙂