16 April 2008

I drove around

a bit today, and looking at Spring FINALLY arriving around us, I just have to offer this:

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

1 comment:

Fr. Timothy D. May, S.S.P. said...

Yes, Frost! Brings back memories of growing up in New Hampshire (fall colors, maple syrup, blueberries, apple orchards, ice skating, sledding, etc.). Poems that come quickly to mind are "Fire and Ice" and "The Road Not Taken."