End of Autumn

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY Robert Frost

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.

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Spring continued

” I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree ” Joyce Kilmer 

 A day of showers and blossoming trees ,dark stormy skies and sunshine. Weather usually reserved for April but rain welcome to make the greens greener !!