Quaking Aspen in winter (Image credit: darkmatter [flickr])
Winter.
Wisdom and rest.
Long dark nights to make the light shine brighter.
Welcome, welcome!
© Ron Chapple Photography Inc.
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
This was my faaaavorite poem throughout my teen years, thanks to The Outsiders. Suddenly this Fall, I find myself reciting it in my head, constantly. It used to depress me, which I loved, drama queen that I was. Now it makes me happy.
Stay Gold Pony Boy!
Sundancing in the Summer...until next year, farewell my friend!
Happy Autumn! Don't miss the GOLD.
