One chilly morning, the fog lay like
A silken scarf across the cemetery.
The church rose out of the golden mist
Like a ship riding on misty waves.
A caretaker’s van looked
Picturesque against the burnished sky;
And oh, the trees!
They floated in that sky of molten gold!
I’ll only be posting once this week as it gets crazy busy in the run-up to Christmas.
For more golden moments, please visit: Our World.
And don’t forget Skywatch.