As the weather grewDarker and colderThe new buds of springIn autumn were olderGoldenAs an aged wedding ringSmoke signals roseVeiled and thinLike the Farmer’s AlmanacThat said, winter would beginWhen the first snowflakeDelicate and whiteBecame an omenOf frostbiteThe farmer shiveredAt the thoughtHe stoked the fireUntil red hotA golden fluffballPurred on his lapThe farmer and kittyShared a catnap… Read More Golden