Goldie
The morning sunlight filters through clouds
Producing soft hues of pink and purple
And as darkness is cast aside
The sky lightens to baby blue
Frosty rooftops glisten
As birds whisper-sing over
Heavy rust-colored leaves and frosty grasses
Amid the muted autumnal colors
There’s a tree all aglow
Golden shimmer in sunlight
Even on this day of incredible beauty
She just might just steal the show
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This is lovely, Carrie. Feels like I’m looking at a painting, your descriptions are that colorful.
Thank you!