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The Midas Touch


    With her fingers
             she .......transmutes
                     greens to golds..
    Antiques, brights, muted
    The ground glazed
             with gold fairy dust,
    autumn leaves
             carpeting the earth
    preparing for winter.
    My eyes devour the scene
             like a hungry peasant,
    brought to the feast...
            sampling all...touching
    then exploring every rocky
           mossy crevice.
    Each tree, a joy to my sight
           until my eyes overflow,
    rivulets of joy, the outpouring
          of life caressing me,
    enveloping me....in love.


              Kay Elaine Ekwall
                   copyright, Nov. l999

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