Sundays Are For Poetry

12/30

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.

Comments

[kayT]

Thanks for a great way to start my day. Great picture and great poem. I love NaBloPoMo and I'm always sad when it's over! (Of course, I am a reader, not a writer...)

[Bonny]

Thanks for an interesting take on fall gold and always Robert Frost. We seem to have missed much of the gold this year, so it's nice to see, read, and imagine.

[Vera]

Love this poem. Thanks for sharing.

[margene]

Isn't that the truth. Our gold is almost all gone. Autumn should last forever. Your photo beautifully captures the essence of the poem.

[AsKatKnits]

This week the golden leaves all came showering down, creating the most glorious golden pools on the earth.

[Mary]

I hope some of that gold is left when you get home! so lovely!!

[Honore´]

Fall's Gold seems to have been the only color able to hold on this season! Perfect post.
Cheers~

[April]

I remember this poem from a movie...The Outsiders I think. It's lovely!