Fall always makes me think of Robert Frost, the farmer poet, and his wonderous poems. I share two of my favorites of his below. Wishing you sunshine, peace, love and blessings.....
An Autumn fairy checks out a yellow mushroom that sprouted overnight in my pot of thyme.
A last burst of early Autumn Moonflowers.
A simple collage I made last week.
A decoupaged art card from last summer.
Nature's first green is gold,
Take time to smell the roses before Winter steals them all away.
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Leaves Compared With Flowers
By Robert Frost
A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bark, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
But I may be one who does not care
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
Leaves for smooth and bark for rough,
Leaves and bark may be tree enough.
Some giant trees have bloom so small
They might as well have none at all.
Late in life I have come on fern.
Now lichens are due to have their turn.
I bade men tell me which in brief,
Which is fairer, flower or leaf.
They did not have the wit to say,
Leaves by night and flowers by day.
Leaves and bar, leaves and bark,
To lean against and hear in the dark.
Petals I may have once pursued.
Leaves are all my darker mood.
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
By 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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