Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
AuriferousFiery sparks rise into an Autumn night
Awakened to their short lives as heralds
Of a golden fellowship we share
Just we two.
The golden tresses that wreath your brow
Illumined by the glowing coals
Are only surpassed by your laughter
That graces my ears.
I should say that gold is the color of our years
Yet to unfold
In cherished memories as we grow old.
Golden are the verbs that spell out the actions
Of children at play
Run, jump, hide and seek
Ever rejoicing in the glory of youth.
Crackling leaves lay piled in fragile towers
Waiting to soften a child's fall
Eliciting cries of happiness.
Yet even that old North wind
Dwelling in the hinterlands afar
Brings golden tidings of Christmas future
As he swirls the snow outside your door.
Standing at the seat of honor
The head of the household speaks
With heads bowed and eyes closed
Giving thanks to God for all He has made
We watch as father wields the carving knife
To serve the turkey, browned to a turn
Eating with zeal, we share again the thri