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 don’t have a lot to write about, but I love the poetry of Robert Frost. I hope that you enjoy this Autumn themed poem. I will get a little more inspiration later, until them, enjoy this short bit of poetry. –JB
2 comments:
Nice. Thanks. I hadn't read this in a long, long time.
Jay
Jay, Robert Frost is one of my all time favorite poets. "The Road Not Taken" is my absolute favorite.
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