crisp & mellow days are taking turns.
gray days weeping
with the melancholy of fleeting moments.
golden days dripping
and the fragrance of dying leaves.
only two ways to respond
to the miracle of these new days:
through the wonderland of golden arches
set against a silver sky,
the streets gilded under your foot steps,
until your heart explodes
of so much beauty.
through the wonderland of your heart
spilling its treasures
on the crisp pages of your journal.
listen to what the rain has to say
over a cup of strong black tea.
eat golden foods
dripping with the sweet nectar
of the dying sun.