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.


"Nothing Gold Can Stay" is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems.

Written in 1923, this poem was published in The Yale Review in October of that year.

Some say the poem helped Frost to win a Pulitzer Prize.

Only eight lines long, this poem is still considered one of Frost's best.

I've been negligent in blogging....not that anyone cares, but this evening's walk brought with it
the first snow from the north, covering Autumns beauty with the dusk's twilight white.

It is the first snow of the new season. Packing snow under foot, and wet.

So we begin a new chapter in our collective reflectiveness...