Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Nature's first green - gold!

So said Robert Frost of old.

       Dawn, new leaves - enjoy!

 

The poem is actually
  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.
 
Could be kind of a depressing thought - this is as good as it's ever going to get.  Though maybe there's another dawn tomorrow, other things besides leaves come along.  For now, for this moment, I will just enjoy.

 

 

 

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