Tuesday, April 21, 2015

"Nature's first green is gold"

I often think of Robert Frost's poem, "Nothing Gold Can Stay" when I see the early leaves, especially on the maple (or even, as in the first picture, a newly emerged Virginia creeper).

"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."

1 comment:

  1. Nice thoughts, sweet Spring pictures. I think I love budding and springing forth. We have a little area of 'woods' very little, but as I have worked on my leanto inthe mud, I have been able to enjoy the leaves popping out. I know some of the flora , but not a lot.