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.
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.
This is one of my favorite poems (also one of Ponyboy Curtis's favorites -- for those of you who enjoy The Outsiders).
Whenever I get up early (which isn't often, as I am more a night owl than an early bird) and I go for a walk, there is that magical time before the dew has burned off and after the sun has come up. Everything seems to have a golden hue. I am reminded of this poem. That time of day passes quickly.
I also am reminded of this poem when big changes come in my life. At every stage of my life there were golden moments and there will be golden moments to come. But the golden moments will be different for "nothing gold can stay."
Whenever I get up early (which isn't often, as I am more a night owl than an early bird) and I go for a walk, there is that magical time before the dew has burned off and after the sun has come up. Everything seems to have a golden hue. I am reminded of this poem. That time of day passes quickly.
I also am reminded of this poem when big changes come in my life. At every stage of my life there were golden moments and there will be golden moments to come. But the golden moments will be different for "nothing gold can stay."
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