Transformation
Mere pollen
Gold dust in the eye
Tranforms all
And all is golden, gilded, shining:
First dawn
Harvest fields
Light of late afternoon
Sunset through clouds
And moon’s first beam
Stars against night sky
Gold of dreams:
Gold dust in the eye.
–Dan Verner
(Based on a phrase in a message from a friend referring to pollen as “gold dust in the eye.”)
Biscuit City 