Behold the Gold
A myriad of golden leaves
the hum of wildlife in the trees,
I fall in love with this season
more with every falling leaf,
or shade of gold.
We behold nature dying
this time of year, nocturnal
unfolding like a white piece of paper
ripped out of your favourite journal.
Schoolgirls wearing those perfect plaid skirts
leaving their classes
with hair the colour of molasses
going home to dream up,
the beginning of their new life
dreaming with ink, a blank sheet
just like me, and those before.
Eclectic, I know
soon enough surrounded by snow
and hope and the moon’s pale glow.
Ideas are like gold,
behold them melting slow
nurture them as so.
Outside the window of the train,
there’s a swan looking peaceful
like a pearl in clear water.
As if to say, like The Hollies
All I need is the air that I breathe.
About this piece
About the author
My name is Nadia and since I can remember I have always been writing short stories and poems in my journal. I’m a second year student here at Northumbria.
If you’d like to contact Nadia you can find her here