Dry Brittle Crunch

There is a globe of golden ingots:
Gathered golden flowers
At the Hops’ upper reach.

These lollipops of butterscotch
Dry brittle crunch
Waiting for Autumn to lick them clean.

Slow natural toasting, and
Sun cured maturation, from
Green to cornbread lustre.

When nearing the life’s end:
Now at last, the hops,
Fall away
Black and dark.

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