Saturday, October 24, 2009

Backyard Gold and a Poem

Haze Gold
by Carl Sandburg, from Wind Song

Sun, you may send your haze gold
Filling the fall afternoon
With a flimmer of many gold feathers.
Leaves, you may linger in the fall sunset
Like late lingering butterflies before frost,
Treetops, you may sift the sunset cross-lights
Spreading a loose checkerwork of gold and shadow.
Winter comes soon -- shall we save this, lay it by,
Keep all we can of these haze gold yellows?

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