Life in the A-Frame

Life in the A-Frame

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Nature's First Green Really Is Gold

Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.










I think of this poem every year when things begin to bud out, and new tiny leaves emerge. They have a special brightness, not quite green. And as the poem points out, nothing stays new and untouched forever.



4 comments:

Mom24 said...

The first signs of spring are absolutely beautiful.

Raggedy Girl said...

What a lovely sharing, thank you.

Have a Thankful Thursday
from Roberta Anne

So blessed! said...

Great poem and pics. I love poetry!

KathyB. said...

How true, and doesn't this make spring so much more precious?