Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
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.
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.
Beautiful. I will have to live my autumn vicariously through you. It's still summer here, even though the calendar says otherwise.
ReplyDeleteI love Robert Frost's poems: he's one poet I would have liked to meet.
ReplyDeleteI love autumn once I let go of my summers grasp. I dread the long long winter months….march april and may are cold cold cold and dreary here in chicago for the most part
ReplyDeleteSuch a pretty photo.
ReplyDeleteVery nice...... yep very nice!
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