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:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...