Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

There is a golden mantel on the hillside
As if a thousand angels have gathered
To present the mountain with a gift
They stand in solemn splendor
A tribute to the season
Waiting for the ceremony of celebration
To begin
It begins softly with a whisper that sets
Golden arms a blaze in movement
Quaking like coins on a gypsy gown
Each leafy trinket dances gently at first and then with wild abandon
Covering the ground in a golden carpet of praise and thanksgiving
These stately angels know how to throw a party
Bowing and bending to the whim of their maker
Laughing at the change
Letting go of the golden dead
This wild autumnal party could go on for days possibly weeks
Before the white blanket of sleep comes
To cover and still the festivities
Of thanksgiving