Sunday, November 9, 2008

Rain, of sorts

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.

Robert Frost


Yesterday, I awoke to what I thought was rain.  It rains every single time I come to Virginia.  This time though, I wasn't going to let it stop me.  I got up.  Looked out the window.  It was sunny with leaves falling.  There were so many leaves falling that it sounded like rain.  I let the sounds of the forest lull me back to sleep. 

4 comments:

Miss 376 said...

I love that sound of leaves rustling and falling

laurie said...

oh yes!

lovely.

(though rain is nice, too, when you're all cozy in bed and the window is cracked.)

Anonymous said...

The sound of rustling leaves motivates me to do handyman work!!

Brenda said...

We had leaves falling like that one day and they twirled and danced around. I loved it!