Waiting for the next glimpse of gold.
The trees transform to winter gold
When sunrise strikes them
Just so.
Ten minutes later
Stripped of royalty,
They go back to their disguise
Of black and white and gray.
I wait for gold again
Less momentary
More lasting.
I caught a glimpse of gold
This morning.
Trees transformed once
May surely encounter that change
Again.
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