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.


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?