Tag: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Hi Joey–

Robert Frost’s poem about spring came to mind on a recent walk on the Boulevard, looking toward Stage Fort Park:

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, 1923