a wet nose against my leg

my child’s voice on the phone

a purr in the otherwise silent night

building a picture with words

or from an old photo

sugared coffee rolling over my tongue

bantering with a friend,

a thunderstorm of gold raining into my world


  1. You take me back to the 60’s and things I shouldn’t remember. 🙂 This was beautiful and I agree it was real, except that first part of course. My nose isn’t wet. 😉


  2. …a thunderstorm of gold raining into my world

    What a brilliant final line. A really lovely metaphor, all the more powerful because it follows on from all the – apparently – ordinary and everyday things that are the abundance of the title. The line itself is like a thunderstorm of gold at the end of the poem.


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