Friday, September 22, 2006

Poetry Friday

(I'm jumping on the bandwagon...for this Friday at least ....)

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.

1 comment:

melanieb said...

You beat me to it. After noticing all the budding trees on our street yesterday afternoon, I was going to post this poem today. It's one of my favorites, I recited it to Bella as we walked down the street.

But I found another poem to post, one that also suits our current season.