Sonnet (9): The Gold of the Alpha & the Omega


The clutching leaves, once green with greed, now fall
In solemn showers, Nature’s second gold,
Verdure perfected, venerable and old;
A onetime fire, held in seasoned thrall
Whose ancestor was gold celestial:
Daughter of warmth amidst the bitter cold
Of light in darkness, neither young nor old
Ever budding out of death: renewal
A gold that’s living—not of metal but of light,
Which takes the damp and sullen Earth in hent
And sinking deep into the sea of night
Like a pearl-diver in the Orient
Then, turning round to face the shining heights
Bears it in triumphant re-ascent.

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