And there is gold

And there is gold

Above, woven through the branches of light

Where fate has twisted our tangled tales

Plaited jade-like moss into our hair



And there is gold

Shining in our hearts for all to see

Where smiles of joy, masked by Autumn leaves

Drip, wet with our tears



And there is gold

Sparkling in our eyes elf-like

A mischief fire burning bright

Where our fairies dance and play



And there is gold

As synapses shift-change the seasons 

Words as yet unwritten

Stories as yet unheard



And there is gold

Voices echoing 'cross bronze-clad lands

Joy in repetition, layered sounds resound

Bounding, deer-like, stalked-poems found



And there is gold



A Wensley

10.11.2023

Inspired by the members of our Quantock Poetry Trail Group as we walked along the Drove road on 6.11.2023