A Different Kind of Southern Literary Trail: Part Two, Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.  I took as my subtitle to this post “Nothing Gold Can Stay,” the poem by […]

A Different Kind of Southern Literary Trail: Part One, New Echota and the Talking Leaves

Far away from Virginia, fall had already come. Ohio, Indiana, Michigan were dressed up like Indian warriors from whom their names came. Blood red and yellow, ocher and ice blue. He read the road signs with interest now, wondering what lay beneath the names. The Algonquins had named the territory he lived in Great Water, […]