Spring Joshua Poetry March 28, 2017March 21, 2017 “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.” – Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay Share this:FacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Joshua View all posts by Joshua Published March 28, 2017March 21, 2017
This is my favorite Frost poem. Thanks for the reminder!