Sprrrrriiiiiiiinnnnngggggg!

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 has been SO worth waiting for.


Enjoy these few glimpses of Spring in my neck of the woods.

-- Mox




poetry, courtesy of Robert Frost, of course; from New Hampshire, 1923

spring, courtesy of Mother Nature