Golden

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.
~Robert Frost
Because the only thing I can hold on to are autumn’s golden memories….days filled with apple laden trees, wooded walks, pumpkin fields and giggly grins.





Kimberly

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  • Back in the day when I taught, we’d read ‘The Outsiders’ by SE Hinton, and it included this poem by Frost. What a good memory. I love that poem.

    Glad to see you are enjoying the season. Smiles to all.