"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."