Dark snowy days like today always make me think of This Robert Frost poem. Honestly Robert Frost is probably my favorite poet with is deep and dark writing that can be interpreted in so many ways. It’s always made me think of the beauty of nature and the freedom of just disappearing off into the woods to live in nature and forget life’s responsibilities. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.
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. This comes to mind every autumn as everything is dying off. Nothing lasts forever.