All That Glitters Is Not Gold? Poem by David Taylor

He reached out to touch the faded bloom
as it fought to steal itself from the winter's gloom.
The weak sun burst through gaps in indigo clouds
threatening to clap with shaking sounds.
The light caught the ring on his finger and
it glistened for a short moment of unguarded time
bringing back memories of happiness sublime.
Collecting together his trowel and spade
and the uprooted weeds that limply laid
he walked to the shed which he had simply made.
Water softly rushed from a hose and with a brush
he cleaned the soil from the wood and metal there
with loving care and not a hint of wanting to be elsewhere.
Under his loving gaze the wood grain shone
and the metal prongs smiled with the same knowing
that in his heart was still and glowing.
The faded blossoms called out shining loud
and said I never left, just hidden in the clouds.
All that glitters may not be gold
but in all that shines I am always there divine
even at the end of time.