nothing gold can stay
In honor of National Poem In Your Pocket Day, here’s one of my favorites. By Robert Frost, if you’re not familiar with it.
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 fell to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.