Black and Gold

Ivy lays home

To black birds

As they stream a story

Over the window pane

Lazily casting hazy half truths

To toss over the sill’s edge

Only the well spun tales 

Cascade downward 

As long green fronds

That dance to their own verse

Pairing green with mad trillings 

But soon

That green will become gold leaf

And it’s contrast will fly 

As a glint of natures gold

On the wings of those

Same black birds

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