11.3.15

I know Frost is kind of a trope at times, but I've had this running through my head for two days.




Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
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.

Autumn is winding down. I look forward to more on this theme once I get my act together.