Moon Gold

. for public domain For a moment the world shines brighter as clouds clear the sky for the moon. Harvested fields burnish brown with gold, and the dish runs away with the spoon.* The view wears a dimming reminder, of cherished life that passes our way, shadows of gold, and promises of hard work for a better day. And just as soon as easy coming, the moonlight takes to quietly leave gold for chosen ones in the dark, "Patiently await the dawn, or grieve." * from the children's rhyme Hey Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle . . . .