Cindy

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“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

“Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.”
― Simon Van Booy, The Coming and Going of Strangers

“Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.”
― Robert Frost