Friday, September 5, 2008

Poetry Friday

The Poetry Friday Roundup is being hosted at Wild Rose Reader this week.

I am feeling a little sad today, maybe it's the gray skies. Here is a short poem by Robert Frost. A close friend shared it with me when we were in grad school but we've lost touch.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


jama said...

Sorry to hear you're feeling a little low --

Love the Frost poem. It really speaks to transient beauty and "seize the day."

Yat-Yee said...

Thanks. It's one of those days when this poem speaks much more loudly than usual. Not a bad thing, actually.