All I See is Golden
by Katie Palmer
My dad always says to look at the bright
side of life—he wouldn’t believe me
if I told him I found it here.
The yellow leaves catch the light
of the setting sun, a glimpse
of heaven, clinging to the branches
to their final days, and I’m not sure
if it’s a celebration or a funeral.
I should see death
but all I see is golden.
Katie Palmer is a poet living in Upstate New York. She loves her two cats, eating sushi, and watching interior design shows. She's been previously published in Pomegranate Lit, Tiny Spoon, Honey & Lime, among other magazines.