(Something we have rarely seen in this year thus far is morning-gold!
It's been predominantly gray day after day with here and there a glint of gold to reassure us
the sun has not lost its sky)
Within the heart and hand we hold
The grand net-weight of moment-gold
And none can hoard what dusk abates
Of wealth time’s ward accumulates
An ache that breaks through vaults of air
It wakes and makes us more aware
Where gold-dust splays its precious cast
Then settles in strongholds of Past
Beneath our skin we try to keep
Nuggets of gifted grin and weep
But find how hard to it is hold
The grand net-weight of moment-gold
© Janet Martin
So true for all of us. Very effective using the beginning as end
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