White Gold

White Gold

A Poem by TheJordBaker

When Monday's gone and the week ahead is long
and I'm dreading that the morning must come.
As when summer's just trying to hold on,
at times I feel it's already begun.
Like a summer starling by a window
this complicated man can be a simple soul.
Every day I'll spread my wings and roam
when I know my baby's at home.
When the crisp colours wilt to the cold,
let the winter come rich like white gold.
Til the wind clears the rain, or sun melts the snow.
I'll fly on through to my baby at home.

© 2019 TheJordBaker

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Author's Note

Much like autumn leaves, starlings are known to have colourful feathers which change colour in colder months. A happy fact as I was looking into them tonight.

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Nicely poetic. I like looking at garden birds too. This has some pleasant imagery and colour.


Posted 4 Months Ago

I like the comparison of winter and white gold. Very nice.

Posted 4 Months Ago

when we know our "love lies waiting silently for me" as S&G sang, being on the road is not so bad.
I like the allegory here...likening to bird coming back to its nest and its babies...

Posted 2 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


2 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob

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3 Reviews
Added on September 14, 2019
Last Updated on September 14, 2019
Tags: White, gold, roam, bird, starling, winter, summer, love, romance, poetry, poem



Washington, United Kingdom

I'm Jordan and I've been away for a while, but I'm trying to refind my voice and work towards a couple of projects. In my late teens/early twenties I released two poetry collections which are avail.. more..


A Poem by TheJordBaker