Robert Frost
Nothing Gold can Stay
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.
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.
Cathy's real country garden 
One of my favorite Frost poems.
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It is so decptively beautiful!
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…the circle of life…
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Lovely picture and poem. xx
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I aam glad you liked it! X
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I remember this one from high school. A classic.
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Glad to bring it back for you!
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Utterly beautiful poem, thanks for sharing this Robert Frost gem, Cathy.
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