Quiet Gold

That row of bright forsythia,

glowing at day’s

end, yanked me from

my worried thoughts,

 hauled me, breathless, to an empty

space and left me

there to steep in

sun-lit beauty. 

I give thanks for worry’s sudden

end and for the

 quiet gold of

 moments like this.

                                                                   JDG

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