Fickle Gold
You may wonder why you’re carried
to a distant tropical shore
by fragrance like sweet coconut
rising golden over moors
from January til December
turn a woodland path
and you’ll know its kissing season
as you’re sure to see some gorse
but be careful where you romance
because if you are untrue
her flowers hide a secret
the most capricious thorns
Lucid Gypsy 
It reminds me of hills of gold in NZ. Beware the thorns!
Lovely.
Oooooh, that sounds like a fair punishment for unfaithful lovers. Throw them into a field of flowers with “capricious thorns”!
In fact — for good measure — throw them in naked!
Absolutely beautiful Gilly! 😀
oh dear, the sting in the tail 🙂
Nicely done, Gilly.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Sigh. This is wonderful. I smell the scent of coconut. 🙂
This is lovely, Gilly!
Ouch! Didn’t expect that sting! 🙂 Gorgeous shot and worthy poem Gilly.
It’s always a pleasure to see gorse – and I’m always amazed at how much more yellow it is when nearby. Viewed from a distance it’s the most glorious gold, and all just a trick of they eye. Beautiful poem.
The last line made me smile!