Here is our last poem of month. It has a melancholy feel which fits my mood for the day. Enjoy.
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.
I will see you tomorrow for May Day.
1 comment:
LOVE Robert Frost! Fun catching up with you and your celebration of Poetry Month. I'm behind visiting-again--sooo slow... but a good slow. ;o) HAPPY MAY DAY, Shell... It's May already! ((HUGS))
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