the riches of an autumn morning

Gold:
first light
on cottonwood leaves,
wet with dew.

Rubies:
topmost branches
of maple tree,
bleeding summer.

Silver:
whispered globes
of dandelion seeds,
waiting for wind.

Ivory:
gentle face
of silent friend,
turned toward sunrise.

All riches needed,
here,
now.

All riches desired,
for now,
forgotten.