Enga mellom fjella

Golden showers

Golden showers

         for Emily

Maple Sugar Daddy sheds his finery,
unraveling to moonlit clarity,
the chill of mountain air
strips flesh from bone.

Soon skeletons
will scrape against this pewter dome,
as Autumn's gloom, once gold's been showered,
settles in around us like a Russian Blue;
once bound, it purrs until the breakup of green ice;
come spring, it's sprung anew.

For those of us who crawl upon this earth,
we low-life peons,
it's from the golden showers's revolution's given birth,
through all the eons.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.309] 2008-10-23

The prompts were: golden showers, being a lower life peon, being peed on. I promised Emily of Celtic Connection I'd write the poem for her.

ME:

Drained like drano. Lethargic.

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Nikola~Ugh Summer! has had a bit of a shock. She's fine, but recovering from a surprise diagnosis of cancer (they got it all).

Montana: 50.5º at 17:58.

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