Monday, April 18, 2011

Rose gold

The moon rose gold over the Gulf.
Gold exchanged bridges gulfs.
Golden eyes of wolf haunt me.
Golden slippers dance in dreams
of my mother, golden haired princess.
Old friends are counted golden.
Silver threads among the gold will come.
I will always remember, the moon rose gold.


  1. Wonderful completion, Victoria. Gold has so many shades of meaning, which your poem illustrated well.

  2. Beautiful gorgeous imagery. I loved the way the moon that 'rose gold over the Gulf' evoked so many images.