Gilded Days

Autumn-yellow leaves of Golden Ashes catch alight with the fire of afternoon sun

as I peer from my window and stand and revel in the beauty of the scene. 

But amid the joy of their loveliness, I am aware that they are announcing the turning of the season toward more sombre hours.

The garden, throwing off it's wild and joyous summer garb

and donning quieter hues of russet red and brown.. begins to sleep.

Indoors..I gather up the golden lights that linger in nature's bounty

and mixing the welcome, tumbling gifts of sun and grain and fruit

I set to work creating our own yellow beams of simple homely joys.

This small and ordinary effort of a day drawn in by short and crisper hours

lights up our bare-board wood.

No need of silver-glint or manorial baroque to dress the scene.

We sit in quiet contentment feasting at our humble kitchen table
worn by time.. and warmed by heaven's gilding.
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