Golden
Caught amongst the branches,
I spied a shiny thing.
A pirates hoard ? A pot of gold?
A diamond wedding ring? 

When swift a wing did swipe me,
As, on his way he flew. 
With mouth so crammed with treasure,
He dropped jewels at my shoe. 

The magpie' s nest was golden,
A Palace for his young.
Scraps of sparkly jewellery, 
Glinting in the sun.

golden daffodils

signs of hope heralding spring

sound your trumpets now.

golden daffodils

Sunflowers and Autumn Sun

worth much more than gold

Matisse Lemons- Karen

Gold Leaves- Fran

Keep Shining xx