Tuesday, October 4, 2016

image of fall

Nothing Gold Can Stay Robert Frost
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.

jpr: I always wonder if  fish enjoy the change of season? Bet they do!

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