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 -robert frost-
Sunday, January 15, 2006
- 9:53 am
lackadaisical in my pursuit of inspiration with regard to the written word
the rain pours on down, drops of liquid cool on ground parched, thirsty, devoid of any form of consolation or condolence- till now. soft tear drops from brief interplays within subsections of time and plates of reality revealing the intricate designs of the greater being on the existence of the commoner. slowly, grudging pale white clouds against a velvet purple backdrop dotted with stars; diamond like hold back the cool shower from the world waiting below, a world of lovers lying nestled in each others arms, and children sleeping snugly under thick covers. it is a scene of beauty- art in its purest form found in nature. the pitter-patter of drops hitting leaves slows to a halt and i feel tempted to burn out bright, in memoriam; of rain.
cold comfort wrought by pure white surrounding holding time its captive, and the world its prize as it extends its icy grip to everything outside. within, log fires burn in every house, beings take time to interact, to coexist in a simulmacrum of a perfect world. trees, bereft of their green crowns, shed in exchange for lavish cloaks of white to traipse about the wonderland of purity whilst all around, chill breezes blow, stealing beneath everything sending little nips to anyone foolish enough to leave the protection of sanctuary; this natural beauty is for mother nature herself- and her children are banned from partaking in its splendour for the magnitude of their sins. and so they weep, inconsolable.
live the cause, die the dream
fin
nothing gold can stay
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