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 1874-1963 Hello all. Welcome to my monthly journal. A place for me to share with… Continue reading October 28. Issue #146
Category: Autumn
September 30 . Issue #145
“The land is in a constant state of birth, Giving life to all who live on Earth. Our carelessness and fears Have taken a toll over the years. Her land is parched and scorched As man continues to light the torch.” Sophia E. Valdez My monthly journal, this month features end-of-summer events, book 3… Continue reading September 30 . Issue #145