Gold Rush

New territory is on the rise

 Overnight leaves claim the forest

And flowers begin to fade.

 A kaleidoscope of green shelters
The land as the young are
Brought into existence.

For the first time their eyes
Open. Squinting beneath the
Sunlight they decipher the
Unknown. Shapes, color, and
Movement seep into their
Gaze as they explore the
World from a distance.

Through needle and leaf;
Flower and weed; blade and bush,
They scan their surroundings.

Everything is but a whisper
– A secret yet to be told –
So, they sift their sight
In search of treasures
Yet to be unearthed.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2013

*This poem is part of a new chapter in my ‘Timeline’ series. I will be writing a poem for every month this year. This is the poem for ‘May’. Keep an eye out each month for the previous month’s poem* 


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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