GOLD

The trees in Jeffrey’s woods have suddenly changed to gold.
They were still green on Friday afternoon.
It is Sunday.

The gold brings forth memories.
Susan Broomhall dreamed of heaven as gold
A few weeks before she passed on to find it.

Tina and Jeffrey played and laughed at fall break
As I took photos of the love and sharing
And the magic of nature.

These leaves have always left me with a subtle melancholy
But the promise of glory in the passing.

It is the memories that will remain golden
As those pieces of sunlight slowly
Drift down in the next weeks to
Blanket my son in his peace.

October 2025, Sandra Peticolas