It’s that glorious golden time of year and I’m feeling poetic. And before you ask, the answer is “no”! With my impending deadline, I don’t have time for writing poetry these days, but I love to read the lyrical stanza of those more talented. One of my favorite poets is Robert Frost. His NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY is so perfect for this time of year.
“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.”
If you’re feeling it, check out this article of Ten Perfect Autumn Poems to get you feeling fall. https://bit.ly/35Y8oaq
