The last bits of green pasture.........
The last brave flower.......
Milkweed seeds throwing themselves into the winds of fate..........
Critters headed into the corn rows to fatten up before winter......
The trees shouting the end to the growing season......
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.
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
Hmmm, posted a few days ago...
ReplyDeleteAnywho, I say you need to have that last one biggified, framed and displayed!