A Thread of Red and Gold

A poem.

She came to us in Autumn

A world of Red and Gold

A land already dying

A life forever Old

She grew up in the Winter

Horizons Light and Cold

Waiting, always Watching

Bought but never Sold

She left us in the Springtime

Shook off our stranglehold

In search of any other

Who listened when she Told

She lost it all in Summer

When everything unrolled

And landed in the River…

…A Thread of Red and Gold