Nothing Gold Can Stay

Each day I love to take a walk in my own back yard and contemplate what it means to be alive. Today I found our pitch fork standing alone in a garden that is now harvested and gone and a previously green tree suddenly filled with gold. I was reminded how quickly the seasons change - how brief each day, each life . . .

and in my mind came the words of 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.


Judy and KC said...

Janene - You write so beautifully. You help me see the world through different eyes. Thank you for sharing your wonderful thoughts with all of us!

Arianne said...

This is a beautiful post. Frost's words mingled with yours--it doesn't get much better. Nice photos too.