Sunday, November 16, 2014

walking in the first snow

It was the same walk I had taken just a few days before, but this day, we had woken to Elliott running through our room in the early morning on his way to throw on his boots and make a quick snow person before school.

Before it all melted I headed out to enjoy the snow on gold myself.

By the end of the walk, the gold was falling on the snow, and not the other way around.

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

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