Hello, my friends. Thank you for coming and celebrating Poetry Month with me this April. I hope you all continue reading and writing poetry.
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.