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The gods are growing old;
The stars are singing Golden hair to gray
Green leaf to yellow leaf,—or chlorophyl
To xanthophyl, to be more scientific.

 

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pasture or gray grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.

 

Algernon Charles Swinburne

 

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 to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

 

Robert Frost

 

I don't want long hair, I don't want short hair, I don't want hair at all, and I don't want to be a girl or a boy, I want to be a yellow-orange leaf some little kid picks up and pastes in his scrapbook.

 

Sherman Alexie

 

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods. I always thought so myself; the Maine woods never seem so fresh and alive as in wet weather. Then all the needles on the evergreens wear a sheath of silver; ferns seem to have grown to almost tropical lushness and every leaf has its edging of crystal drops. Strangely colored fungi — mustard-yellow and apricot and scarlet — are pushing out of the leaf mold and all the lichens and the mosses have come alive with green and silver freshness.

 

Rachel Carson

 

In between sets or in intermissions during concerts, Mr. Armstrong and some of the younger musicians would head out the back entrance for some marijuana cigarrettes. While the others enjoyed some fine mexican product, Mr. Armstrong would bring out his "New Orleans Golden Leaf". The others were not impressed. This went on for some time but after a while of Mr. Armstrong smoking the others stuff with them they, in a bantering manner, asked him: -"What ever happened to your New Orleans Golden Leaf"?. To this Mr. Armstrong replied: -"Shit son, that would be like bringing a hamburger to a banquet".

 

Louis Armstrong