April is National Poetry Month. This post honors the late Robert Frost
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.
This poem was also featured in the book "The Outsiders" by SE Hinton. It is one of my favorites of Frost's poems.
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