What goes on, Outside, Over There, in the woods and lake, just beyond the edge of the garden.
Monday, April 23, 2012
April Gold
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
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
