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
\Bo*he"mi*an\:
* A nonconformist writer or artist who lives an unconventional life.
* Bohemia is a district ... bordered on the north by cold, on the west by hunger, on the south by love, and on the east by hope.
* Bohemians express themselves without regard for social convention. They attempt to experience the mysteries of life through their unique perspective.
My dear Wendee, sometimes fewer words say so much... ~ sigh ~ God bless Mr. Frost...
ReplyDeleteOur prayers are with you always, thanks be to God that you communicate as you do! Don't stop! We sure look forward to seeing you in a month! Hugs and good thoughts,
<3 Bev