A poem

by Robert Frost that I read recently explores the balance between transitory bliss and how it must eventually die to become earthly beauty.

Its movement and order induces me to accept each change as a positive rather than as a decrease in value; Though gold turning to green, "flower to leaf", and "Eden to grief" each involves a loss in color and beauty, such a change is ultimately an inherent order of nature, rather than a forced one.

"So dawn goes down to day." However, this downward turn is no fall to be mourned. Dawn is tentative, lovely, but incomplete and evanescent. Dawn progresses into the warmth of daylight and full life. The hesitant perfections of gold, of flower, of Eden, and finally of dawn changed into elements of potentially larger worth.

Each downward turn is a blessing in disguise, a chance to reflect and to learn, to rest and to resume the journey later.

Thank you, my dear friends, for your care and concern.

Also, I'll not forget that
...
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.