#PerceptionPalette

A new scent fills the air
The wet grass pokes at my sockless pores
On the edge of the mountain
Twilight appears
Beaming its rays across
My shuttering eyelids fall
The eagle's caw rings in my ear
As it flaps by
Beyond the mountains
Is gold
Seamless, bright gold
I fear to open my eyes
To behold its glory
It penetrates my lids
A smile draws on my lips
The gold casts warmth on my face.

© Omega O.