Gold and Gray

Photo by Milica Spasojevic on Unsplash

Sunlight filters down

Leaving golden patches

Like a forgotten crown

Oak leaves cast shade

Locking gold with gray

In a long unkept braid

Shifting across the rocks

First here, then there

Like a worried flock

Yet nothing moves nor stirs

And the eye travels o’r the wild things

Wrapped up with invisible furs

Written for dVerse