Friday Poem-Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.

Robert Frost

***This poem is very seasonally inappropriate. I realize that now. It was posted in the midst of a fever after leaving work, having already taken some NyQuil.

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