Is there a word
for a shaft of golden sunlight
filtering its way through
a forest canopy,
through a million new leaves
and old trees
and finding
somehow
a single wildflower to
set aglow?
There should be.
The Leaf is a Metaphor
The glorious bronze Sycamore leaf departed from her home in the trees in mid-November She was not the first leaf to leave* so to speak and s...
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A lonesome heron wading in a lake of gold a peaceful sunset He awoke in a wildern wood cool in the morning air and wan... -
With winter winding away With the last of the beech leaves still clinging to their trees like hopeful ghosts With a few golde... -
The creek was dark beneath the canopy of trees save for one shaft of sun that lit the stream there like gold I could see on...
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