A Poor Man's Sovereign

by Ben Pickard   Aug 7, 2017


When the moon paints
the birch trees silver,
and as the breeze
collects its wealth of
autumnal leaves,
I will cherish all of them

if they are entrusted at my feet

~~

When the sunshine rises
from its fitful slumber,
breaking the horizon's banks,

I will still be there

And I will revere the silver leaves
as they turn sovereign-gold

in the exquisite light of morning

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 3 months ago

    by Domenico Sottile

    The leaves change colors as the stages of our lives. We can only accept them as they occur. What other choice do we have!? Great.

  • 3 months ago

    by Kireasha L

    Ben,

    This is a lovely write. I appreciated every detail and imagery. Congrats on your win!!!!

    -kireasha

  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Just lovely Ben

    Michael:)

  • 4 months ago

    by Sai

    A beautiful message. Something that we need to be reminded of every once in a while.

  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    Ben, I'm so glad to see you're back especially when writing things as well as this (I don't expect anything else from you as you'd probably guessed)
    The title did bring a smile to my face as I thought how has a poor man got something good did he steal, did he earn it or was it just by pure luck?
    Then I read on and realise this 'poor man' hasn't necessarily got something extremely good ie a massive house, money or an expensive car but he's got the best thing he could ever wish for nature, family and friends (my opinion) which makes him feel like he has everything in the world.

    I do love the way you worded this and your imagery.

    Em x

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Spot on, Em. Many thanks for that insightful comment.

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