Each leaf ‘a sliver of colour’ ,
gold dust through arching branches.
I am warmed by the golden glow
as the sun leans toward the horizon.
“Fading birdsong underscores this bottled time,
In butterfly hears, the hourglass stilled sublime.”
~ Stewart Stafford, A Magic Hour’s Dreaming
Inspired by poem: September Mushrooms by Margaret Atwood
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