Poem of the Week: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Here’s a picture I took of a tree with the first leaves on it a couple of weeks ago. The green is so light it looks almost golden and of course this color does not last long as the leaves turn a darker green. I was reminded of a Robert Frost poem:

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.