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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...