Trees
the sun and I
have an agreement
he will wash your leaves
in gold
when I most need
reminding
that you are forever there
forever somewhere
along this journey
and I will
sing his praises
with words
inadequate
considering his gift
and how it
sometimes blinds me
as it did
on a lonely country road
just now
where dark glassesweren't enough
impossible to take
it all in
the afterglow
gold dust
against a
curtain of hills
and blue sky
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