Flecks of yellow gold in bright cascades,
Less like the hurried rain than lazy snow,
Twirl downward, throwing out their warming glow
As sunbeams pass between their altered shades.
Calm and stately treetops blankly stare
Until a playful zephyr frolics through,
And scatters streaming light and golden hue
Into a graceful dance amid the air.
Precious golden showers like this fell,
No doubt, from clouds which some deity’s hand
Caressed in some far, dreamy, long-dead land.
This shimmer, far-removed, casts such a spell.
Though aglow, this gold-besprinkled wave
Masks well the throes of agonizing death –
The summer gasping out his dying breath,
Dares yet to blush before the icy grave.
Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Classical Poet's Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.