The golden light burns, glows, smolders                            The doorstep of night…. flutters, ripples, flees, amongst                             Dark shadow’s shade…. The branches receive, uphold, bear                              The eve of springtime…. hover, reach, display, before                               Airy palate blue…. The bitter breeze sweeps, twirls, heralds                               The icy morn’s dew…. flies, soars, brushes, the land with                               Cape of numbing cold……..