Gold and Grey

"Gold and Grey"

I sit at the park waiting for you.
I watch the sun set behind the chainlink fence.

The light breeze passes through us all:
Dry grass, tired branches, fragile leaves,
Huddled form with knees drawn to my chest.
Stray strands of hair graze my face, tickling my nose.

The horizontal rays coat the tips of leaves, backs of trees,
and paint golden diamonds on the ground through the entwined metal links;
The deep orange an acute contrast to the encroaching nightfall.

These biased, aureate rays;
That bestow a touch of Midas to some,
and abandon all others to the ashy grey of dusk.



©Kristen Stacy (a.k.a RoseErifnosi) 2009