AUTUMNAL OUTINGS...

AUTUMNAL OUTINGS...

 

#AB_FAV_AUTUM_ 🍄🍁🍂

 

Nothing Gold Can Stay

poem by Robert Frost (1923)

 

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.

 

It all looked very leisurely, I was photographing when I heard the clopin-clopant of hooves...

I turned, pointed and got this image!

They disappeared into the green distance...

These walks in Autumn

Done