Golden Haired Lady
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Her world is as radiant as the sun,
golden as dandelions that cover
the fields and hillsides in springtime,
or the sunny faced jonquils and daffodils
that turn winter white to yellow bright.
Her touch lingers in pools of golden carp,
in yellow bananas peeping out from
verdant large leaves in peaceful plantations,
and in succulent golden ripe pineapples.
Her beauty is embraced by the yellow feathered
warbler and canary who sing joyful tunes.
She resides in the golden fingers of
light that spill through clouds, and in amber
leaves that slowly morph to red in fall when
she colors chrysanthemums and marigolds.
Earth's gold veins call out her nurturing name.
She is a divine dame...she is Mother Nature!
March 26, 2016 (rev.)
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
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