leaves of gold currency
fall in piles across my path.
king surveying my kingdom.
lost souls
each year we are robbed.
thieves steal from the best of us.
we poorer for it.
blame the flame
the dark moon shadow
hides the specters of bright light.
forged in flames of night.
hounds of hoar frost
across the prairie
icy whiskers sniff the ground.
the coming winter’s hound.
icy blaze
the depth of winter
as wide as soul’s icy heart.
the dark without blaze.
lightly rich
autumnal riches.
the glimmering gold of sun.
my life’s rich delight.