Thursday, October 1, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Gold Leaves

Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

Now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the gold flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.


G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)