Cycle In Gold 24 Friday Oct 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment Trees, leeching their golden foliage Across the road. It appears as if a rich philanthropist Has scattered handfuls of coins into the air. And I benefit. I cycle in gold. 51.426525 -0.068671 Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...