A golden house,
Reflected on the honey coloured river.
Flowing traffic crosses a topaz bridge,
Trees mirrored on the blond water.
The hidden bright ochre sun throwing shadows,
The orange moon comes up,
The colour of the house, bridge and river rise to give the moon the colour of an ancient Golden God.
The gold changes to a silvery grey as it flows through the river.
Is it losing its colour?
No. It’s just transporting it to another part of the river.
I wonder what the rest of the city looks like.