Days of gold

Illustration done for Darin's poem 'Days of gold' 

(http://c1nderellaman.deviantart.com/art/Days-of-Gold-576860294)

The rustling wind
the fragrant cold,
the trees released
their precious gold.

Let's make a pile!
Dad has a rake.
We'll make a mile-long
leafy snake.
Start again, a larger mound!
Conceal ourselves
without a sound,
giggle and twitch
until we're found.

As evening falls
and mother calls,
we'll lie and linger
in the fold,
some treasure found
in days of gold.