'Nothing gold can stay'
You said...'but why? '
'It's nature's way'
(My weak reply) .
Gold yields to green
For green lives long
Yet burns to gold
At Autumn's song
What a perfect trinket of a poem. I knew it would be wonderful just from the title. Just had that look about it. Guard this one well; don't lose track of it! (smile)
Superb last stanza. It is a small gem of a poem. It needs no other words. Rare colours for a rare moment. Hold fast, it may not come again. Warm regards, Sandra
Lovely painting of words that bloom with loving colour and meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The essence of 'good things come in small packages' Nomad. 10+