The Golden Tree
There’s a golden tree outside
I’m not sure why
It isn’t autumn (late April),
No time for anything to turn
Maybe sunlight is passing
Through half-leaves left
From winter,
A batch that somehow clutched
Though the colder seasons
I don’t know, and in
A good way I don’t care
It is a patch of gold I see
First thing on looking through
The slats of mini-blinds
(don’t care for mini-blinds),
A gift of gold for no reason other than
I happen to look outside
First thing,
Catching rays through
Angles of the buildings,
Lighting up what otherwise has
Been a sullen street
C L Couch
Photo by Simon Harmer on Unsplash
clcouch123 
April 20, 2020 at 12:41 pm
Ah, I can just feel the joy and the wistfulness in this poem. To see that golden light, who knows where it comes from, a note of grace and blessing in this current and surreal time we are in. Stay peaceful and enjoy that golden light. 🙂
April 22, 2020 at 5:57 pm
We need the light, don’t we? Thank you!
April 22, 2020 at 9:20 am
this is tender and reflective, brother. for some reason these lines hit me hard:
I don’t know, and in
A good way I don’t care
Perhaps we need to have this sense of surrender amidst all the uncertainties we are at right now.
April 22, 2020 at 6:00 pm
I find myself saying that from time to time, I guess because I think there are things to care about and other things not to care about so much. Thank you, sister!
April 28, 2020 at 4:26 am
yea. that’s a good mindset, brother. keep safe!