All day today it has been wet and miserable;
the ducks are hanging around drinking from the puddles
that form as the rain runs off the patio roof.
Just a few short days ago, we were blessed by the sun!
And tonight, there should be a glorious moon, but it
is too overcast to tell.
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.
This poem from the great American master is more tricky than it looks. It has a very complicated sound-scheme that is explained at this link. If one takes it bit by bit one might feel one understood. But if one tried to explain it to someone else in 15 minutes? I'm not ready.