Connetquot River State Park was ablaze with golden fibers and I immediately thought of Robert Frost’s poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay….but my captured moment of Nature’s perfection endures, as does the poem:
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.
