Nothing Gold Can Stay

One of my favorite poems is this one by one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost. When I see the first signs of spring, I naturally think of this poem. Though it's not really about spring at all. I certainly have read a lot of interesting commentary about it. But those losers can commentate on it all they want. It only took Frost eight lines to say it.

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.