Thursday, November 19, 2009

Nothing Gold Can Stay

The Chinese maple outside my window has turned to green and gold fire. Here in the city the days have become gray, but that suits me after twenty years in the desert.

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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