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
such a sweet time for renewal, harvest, letting go
i'm going to try to stretch out these days
carry this feeling
over and through the cold, cold months that i know
will soon be here
until then...
enjoying every moment of gold
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