(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.
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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.
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