It’s Not Spring Without This Poem

Sharing a poem in the Head-to-Toe drawer of the curio cabinet might seem, well, curious. But Robert Frost’s poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay, has been a part of my and my children’s spring experience for decades. I would recite it to them each spring when that delicious shade of newborn green appeared on winter-weary branches. Over the years, the poem has become a talisman of sorts, reminding us of Nature’s cycles and the gift of noticing them. In a way, the poem is a perfect specimen to share here because it indeed touches all parts of us: mind, heart, soul.

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.

photo courtesy of Debra Darvick

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