Nothing Gold Can Stay


Nothing Gold Can Stay
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. 

Robert Frost

i attended a funeral monday for a good friend who died way too young.  during the service, which was held in the clearing of the woods that is his family’s cemetery, and then, later, while i was driving back from florence, i couldn’t help but notice all of the budding trees and plants.  the coincidence of the untimely passing and the abundant budding of nature brought to mind this beautiful poem by robert frost.  

these days are the only few days of spring that we may enjoy those first tufts of gold – just as nature wakes from its deep sleep.  with those fleeting dots of gold, i am reminded to love and cherish my family and friends and my life as it is right at this very minute.

stay gold, pony boy, stay gold!





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