Poem

Newly unfurled, tender green spring leaves have a special color. Today my corner of the pacific northwest burst forth with that most precious and ephemeral green.  It was an exceptional gift of beauty and always makes me think of this Robert Frost poem.

 

 

 

 

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.

-Robert Frost