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.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
From Gold Leaves by G.K. Chesterton Image by Rosie Hopkins
Gilt edged leaves – thanks for G K Chesterton.
Beautiful and inspiring xxxxxx