Saturday, October 21, 2006

Fleeting Moments

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

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

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I'm thinking this is the autumn of their childhood.

4 comments:

Bob said...

I was just thinking of that poem yesterday...not in relation to childhood, though. Is that a tough thought?

Jewels said...

Actually...no :)

I was also looking at the gold leaves through the windows outside.

Maria said...

Hey it's Maria
I'm in keyboarding class right now but I'm done so i thought I'd leave you a comment! Have a good day
<3 Maria

Maeghan said...

I really like the poem. Thanks for sharing.