Life is so fragile…

“Nothing Gold Can Stay”…what a wonderful poem.  Is it any wonder that whenever I am having a beautiful day…ice-laden tree limbs reflecting the sun’s warm winter rays, a loved one leaning in toward the glowing birthday cake candles to celebrate yet another year of family and love, a quiet day spent alone with beautiful music and poetry, a walk through the woods with my son, a delicious hot roll laden with butter, a flakey piecrust coming fresh from my mother-in-law’s oven…is it any wonder that I sometimes cry in the midst of joy?

Life is so brief, so fragile, so special.  “Nothing gold can stay.”

Soak it all up while it is here.  It will not stay.