Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963
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.
1 comment:
Thanks, Joe. You can never go wrong with Frost. And the photo is lovely and artistic. They could almost be the same three men in yesterday's picture.
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