
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
To read about the genesis of this painting psalm 196, The Pioneer Valley click here.
Lovely, Roger.
Thanks Ginger!
As you may recall one of my favorite poems by Frost. Your Psalm 196 does it justice. Thank you for sharing.
And since, Ernesto, you always pass this view on the drive to the airport, I thought that you would be partial to it 🙂