White Gold

When Monday's gone and the week ahead is long
and I'm dreading that the morning must come.
As when summer's just trying to hold on,
at times I feel it's already begun.
Like a summer starling by a window
this complicated man can be a simple soul.
Every day I'll spread my wings and roam
when I know my baby's at home.
When the crisp colours wilt to the cold,
let the winter come rich like white gold.
Til the wind clears the rain, or sun melts the snow.
I'll fly on through to my baby at home.

Author's Note

Much like autumn leaves, starlings are known to have colourful feathers which change colour in colder months. A happy fact as I was looking into them tonight.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Nicely poetic. I like looking at garden birds too. This has some pleasant imagery and colour.

Chris

[Kaela Craven]

I like the comparison of winter and white gold. Very nice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we know our "love lies waiting silently for me" as S&G sang, being on the road is not so bad.
I like the allegory here...likening to bird coming back to its nest and its babies...
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you Jacob