Nothing Gold Can Stay

Don’t you just love the gorgeous reds and yellows of autumn?

Here is one of my favorite poems:

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost - 1874-1963

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.

image: Dawn On The Dunes by Julia Chandler Lawing, 30x30x1.5. inches, oil on canvas