Glitter and Gold

November 16, 2017

                                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. 
                        Poem By Robert Frost "Nothing Gold Can Stay"