evening sunset

sitting outside facing the sunset. watching it go down brings me to a robert frost poem...one we all know, one many of us have memorized...

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 today.
nothing gold can stay.

the sun slowly drifting to sleep behind the mountain facing east hampton in the west. and dylan thomas says,...’do not go gentle into that goodnight. rage, rage against the dying of the light...’ goodnight beautiful. see you in the marrow.

and ethan hawley thought,...’my light is out’...