When Monday sinks its teeth in flesh,
and worries freeze your dreams afresh,
remember Friday’s freedom sings
where icy fears melt into wings.
Immersed in gold,
A baptism of fire;
Cabled by wire.
Locked in a vault,
Deposit of Kings;
To last ’til the spring.
I am memorizing whatever I can from my autumn garden – I need to deposit enough ‘gold’ to last me until spring!