Thursday, October 1, 2015

Fall.

This time of the year is here again.


Robert Frost, 1923
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.


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