People often walk on that pathway of gold,
Where sunlit yellow leaves are joy manifold.
Natural pleasures draw crowds back always,
To view the painted alley, like in days of old.
The path is lovely, in sun phase or moonlight-
When the vocal night birds steal its limelight.
Fall plunges one in color, beneath deep blue,
And it's a beautiful course, noon or midnight.
We always find joy in your poem. Your great depiction of nature's bounty and beauty is always amazing. Another poetic gem.
I'm very happy to know my poems bring joy. Thank you very much for your thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great read. It sparkles with gold! To my Poem List
Thank you for the distinct honor of your wonderful comment.