Happy Birthday, Steve
Steve would have been 37 today. I was thinking about him last night, and this Robert Frost poem popped into my head. I think it's fitting for the occasion:
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.
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.
posted by Catherine at 1:03 PM
4 Comments:
Stay gold Cat...
Stay gold
***hugs***
And yes I ripped that off from the Outsiders, where I first learned to love that poem.
Happy Birthday Steve! You are much loved.
Thanks, Rummms! The Outsiders was where I first learned that poem, as well. :)
**hugs**
I raise my glass of wine so I can share it with loved ones that are no longer with us.
I raise my orange juice and toast to that!
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