color me rich

cottonwood tree sheds,

gilding sidewalk with gold leaf

autumn’s treasure hunt

not all that gleams is gold…

Our Alaskan adventure takes us into the heart of gold fever country from the Klondike in Yukon territory to Cripple Creek, the richest little creek in Alaska. We learn about the steep ice stairs of Chilkoot Pass where miners hauled up loads of grubsteak (each man with a year’s worth of food). Only a few struck it rich while most were flat broke within a year or two.

We tour Fairbank’s Gold Dredge #8 and pan for gold. Between the two of us, we share sweet $16 worth of gold flecks (and spend it on a $24 souvenir charm/magnet to display the flakes). Nothing new under the sun! They can keep their gold nuggets while I bask in the allure of silver…

silver rain puddles

flow in rivulets, cascade

to moon-mirror lake


Linking to dVerse where Frank Tassone hosts haibuns 🙂

ultimate kintsugi

broken, not ruined

God binds our wounds together

life’s cracks heal, gleam gold

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Inspired by japanese pottery and Dawn Minott’s blogpost here

sterling elocution

 

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. 

Like Solomon, who wrote these words, I find soul satisfaction in beautiful speech.  As a writer, I search for delicious words to be framed in serendipitous syntax.  I hope to pick ripe thoughts, artfully arrange them in woven-word baskets and serve a taste of lingual delights.  I admire skilled poets and appreciate how different poetic brushstrokes reveal textured perspectives; unique angles on life’s truth.  Flighty images of the mind settle to roost in solid words. Sentinel ideas on signposts outline silent spaces for contemplation.  Hand-in-hand, we meander world with senses alert to the wild call of hurricane winds or the fresh whisper of gentle breezes, then collectively record richly scripted delicacies for our hungry souls to feast on.

*Proverbs 25:11, BRG

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photo by lynn – Galveston beach

cripple creek, colorado

Carpe Diem’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”:  creek


 

aspens happening

autumn gilds rockie slopes

creek glistens with gold

 

 

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photo credit:  Mike Cather 2005  link: city data

sevenling (fantasy)

 

if dust were diamonds,

asphalt was gold, and

trees’ leaves paper money,

 

we’d sneeze on greed

drive over wealth, con~

sider banks quite funny!

 

fantastical, our discontent would blow away with wind~

 


Linking to dVerse Poetics with Lillian on “fantasy” theme…

 

pure iowa gold

 
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what could be sweeter
ripe golden ears of corn or
child’s buttery face?

walking through ditch grass
sun smiles on up-turned faces
dandelion gold!

cup of soothing tea
facing toward open curtains
golden warmth of sun.

summa cum laude

 

sumac leaves blushing

summer is changing her clothes

summit ash wear gold

Photo credit: Colored Leaves mirrored in a lakemirrored leaves

Linked to: Carpe Diem – Kishu’s A Crow Passes