Golden Things

My eye always catches golden things: gold dust in cats' eyes, hair turned gold in sunlight, paintings ocher and photographs old. My ear tunes to golden sounds in gardens, I feel gold in warmth and safety, in gold-rimmed embraces and watchful golden cats. Dogs wag gold, loving voices vibrate gold, God's heaven is paved with gold. Everything love touches turns to gold. Even green leaves turn gold when cold comes to let trees sleep.