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.
Many many years ago an ancestor on my grandfather's side of the family was friends with Robert Frost who gave this man a book of his poetry. It stayed in the family and was passed down to my grandfather. Sadly, about 50 years ago a fire encompassed their farm home and all was lost, no casualties, but the book went the way of the house. So sad, it would be such a treasure indeed.
This photo was taken early October in my yard. This I am contributing to SOOC. See more Straight Out of the Camera shots here: http://www.murrieta365.com/search/label/SOOC%20Sunday