Golden are her tawny tresses,
Golden are her thoughts of late;
Gold her dreams of greener dresses –
Dipped in gold, her dreams await
Days of golden-sunshined splendour,
Tucked neath golden afternoons;
Patient, she will guard her golden
Songs as hope sings gilded tunes.
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.