Borrowed Poetry ...

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost (1874-1963)


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.
For nothing gold can stay.


A little autumnal poetry for my lovely readers!
Posted by Melody