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.
Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost.
Photos by ril.
I love Robert Frost, and I love these pictures.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Donna. I'm a big Frost fan, too.
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