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.
🌻 🔥 🌈 Dealt with a surprise rainstorm during my bike commute, arriving soaked but giggling dried off with hot cocoa and a towel, turning potential annoyance into a story worth retelling.