AUTHOR OF THE LOST GIRL CHRONICLES, DESIGNER OF INTERIORS AND DREAMS, ALL ABOUT MY THOUGHTS, MUSINGS AND VISIONS OR JUST RANDOM SHINY COINS, PARANORMAL HAPPENINGS, AND CONSPIRACY THEORIES....NOW FEATURING MY NEW JOURNEY TO MINIMALISM TO ACHIEVE THE LIFE I NOW NEED....
Friday, November 6, 2009
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. POEM BY ROBERT FROST PHOTOGRAPHY BY DEBORAH REUTELER
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