Communicated so Beautifully

Thank you to my friend Beth for sending this poem – a delightful summary of my posts here and here.

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