Gone the glow of verdant youth,
Fragile joints replace fresh stems;
Roughened bark succeeds the smooth,
Strength and power, spring’s bold gems,
Falter with the frost of age –
Stumble in the autumn breeze;
But, as Time turns weathered page,
Beauty brings us to our knees.
Golden sun in golden sky,
Gold my dreams as geese fly by;
Thoughts which, draped in golden threads,
Tuck gold leaves in golden beds.
Days and months have come of age,
Golden words on gilded page;
Denouement of summer’s blush,
Autumn sighs, a golden hush.