A stunning gold array
Vivid colours that will touch a heart forevermore
on display
Autumn shades glow
Seeing dazzling colours galore
on show
So fine
Hues to adore
Shine
A stunning gold array
Seeing dazzling colours galore
Shine
Gold and ruby droplets
dripped
from the park's trees
that had once
glowed in green.
I drove along
the Cottonmill road
as I pulsated
with Autumn's bloodstream.
Summer's heat
was a dimming memory
as Autumn painted
fresh stories
with God's colors.
I pulled out
of the park
as nature's canvas
labored behind me.
Sultry red,
yellow pillow sky,
teased tandem,
with citric,
shades afloat oe’r waking town,
mirror bubbly folk in lane
jubilant,
trademark burrs catching,
glad echoes,
urge urban,
tableau of chalkmarked gold stamp,
where sheer pluck triumphs
buses swerve,
rapid rail steel track,
squeaky noise,
hoot … toot…. cabs,
en route symbol’s “jaunty” march,
co migrant orbit
I remember the gold that late summer keeps~
not in the fields, but in the soft corners
where light settles without asking.
A lantern rests there~
its glass warm from the day,
holding the small shimmer of evenings
that never learned how to leave.
Memory moves through it gently,
a slow-burn brightness
that refuses to dim even when the air cools.
I lift the lantern,
feeling its weight like a promise
that hope can be carried
even when the path is quiet.
Outside, the sky leans toward autumn,
but the gold stays~
a thin, steady amber
teaching memory how to glow without burning.
Days of my youth...
I remember quite well
The moment fireflies arrived
across meadows and my front lawn
Twilight time...
at the end of Summer's relentless heat
they appeared as tiny lanterns
each one glimmering in hues of gold
I hope that memory never fades
along with so many from those days
I'd prefer to keep each one of them
when life held no worries or strife
I remember when we took that trip to Florida
It was late summer and Labor Day weekend
It was our first anniversary celebration trip
We stayed in the honeymoon penthouse suite
Our days were full of exploring antique stores
And the fun popular tourist sites we found
Our nights were full of passion and romance
A trip full of hope and dreams for our future
We found some garage sales along the way
And some rare 1800’s antique carriage lanterns
They had beveled glass, gold and brass accents
We decided to buy the pair to display at home
Years passed and many anniversaries too
Our lanterns have weathered many storms
They are strong resilient and still work today
A great symbol of our love and commitment
she stands
inside a hush of gold
a shimmer thinking itself awake
patterns breathe
slowly
like ancient symbols remembering their names
her gaze
steady
unblinking
holds the room
the way light holds dust
without touching
I feel the air
tilt
just a little
as if the painting leaned closer
to whisper
a secret made of metal and memory
and somewhere
beneath the gilded quiet
a pulse
soft
persistent
keeps rising
like a small bright truth
trying to be seen
Not a snowflake’s chance in mid-August
of Goldwater ever changing his stripes
Nope. Ever since he could palm a frankfurter weenie
he's been somewhere to the right of Mussolini
A proud match for William Buckley, that Barry
horn-rimmed glasses, living free on the Arizona prairie
Uh, what? He’s gone? OK. Who can I substitute? Reagan? Gone too?
How ‘bout Trump? I don’t think so. Too fickle, you see
golden sun descends
fall`s soft breeze begins to stir
leaves turn red and gold
nature`s cycle starts anew
a quiet peace settles in.
Is Gold, Nature's favourite hue -
For new beginnings, and transitions too?
The gold of the sun - upon each new morn
And gold again - when the day is gone.
The flash of gold - before the green
In each new leaf-bud - barely seen.
Green turns gold - under autumn skies
Heralding leaf-fall before our eyes.
Little wonder then, that we turn to gold
To symbolize new beginnings - since days of old!
I don't want to go my own way, Stevie
I want to rush through the weeds,
the thicket, the gnarls, the never-will-be trails
with you, sharper than machetes,
blazing our way backwards
on bicycles through hell
cutting ice sculptures in heaven
when we need a challenge
Time is an impatient bastard
on leopard legs
but you outdance Shakespeare
"Then I remember"
how your voice of silk and cactus cords
molded the clay into
what I would call me
"But if our paths never cross"
I will keep hacking away at stubborn verses
and insidious cucumber vines
that don't produce
All the guitars are weeping for you,
glorious gold
Now, let's tango time
across the moon
She sat upon
A pile of gold
Turning to matter
When fingers tried to hold
Her downcast face
Told the story true
She was without hope
Where love grew
Dragons are fierce
But she had no fire
Truth gathered around
Claims of her being a liar
The problem wasn't gold
It was the timing that was wrong
TRUTH without WISDOM
Lacks the power of how to belong
TRUTH spoke to Azalea
Inviting her to drink the water
A river of life sprung up
And revealed, she is the daughter
The TRUTH is purified gold
Delivered through REVELATION
WORD is clothed in WISDOM
Showing identity through all of creation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-05-2026
Feather
autumn gold dust
bound under old papers
I never threw your things away
still here
Personal Challenge:
Theme: Relationships
Emotion: Grief
Color: Gold
Season: Autumn
Form: Cinquain
Object: Feather
Verb: Bound
Coming to Jamaica
That land of magnetic Aura
Gold and green embedded in my being
Energy shifts into a butterfly dream.
I hear you calling my name.
I am home once again.
Back to where I belong
Negril boardwalk on the white sand.
From the mountains to the sea
Its deeper presence dwells within me
And flows into an infinite stream
To the warmth and radiance of my being.
Coming to Jamaica
The land of nature and nostalgia
Where the rhythm of music hums
And scatters the rhyme like African drums.
Columbus saw it on Discovery Bay
And brought into mind a beautiful display
Of the indomitable emancipation
That lives free in every Jamaican
Love is God
Love is Free
Free of guilt
Free of enemies
Enemies are physical
Enemies are spiritual
Spiritual rituals
Spiritual warfare
Warfare on the soul
Warfare on the mind
Mind drifts
Minds control
Control your food
Control your power
Power to the system
Power to the people
People of the brave
People of the new
New world order
New world peace
Peace on this land
Peace in heaven
Heaven will fall
Heaven will rise
Rise with fire
Rise with faith
Faith in man
Faith in God
God is here
God is in you
You the People
You men of change
Change your fate
Change your heart
Heart full of possibilities
Heart full of gold
Gold teeth
Gold chains
Chains inked to death
Chains welded around necks
Necks silenced
Necks of the innocent
Innocent souls
Innocent time
Time is not measured
Time allows healing
Healing through pain
Healing towards freedom
Freedom
Pain
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