The Golden Goodbye
The cool sun stripped the youthful flesh from her verdant bounty,
And left in its wake paper thin husks that clutched crimson pearls.
Her faded beauty hovered over the field,
And smiled through parted rows of golden stalks.
The cold came and icy frost filled her veins.
Winter’s cold quieted her laugh-
Yet she was still there.
By Cait McCann Vincent