10/11/2014

10/03/2014

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.


Robert Frost 


A short section of possibly the last 'big' ride of the fall, then again maybe not, we'll see...