Jan 2011
But nature's green, will soon turn brown.
Her ephemeral smile, becoming a frown.
Her promise of eternal spring, a lie.
Since she knows her children, will one day die.
As branch subsides to leaf and flower,
So does the second, to minute and hour.
And as the day succumbs, to the night,
a few of her children will leave her sight.
1/10/11
Her ephemeral smile, becoming a frown.
Her promise of eternal spring, a lie.
Since she knows her children, will one day die.
As branch subsides to leaf and flower,
So does the second, to minute and hour.
And as the day succumbs, to the night,
a few of her children will leave her sight.
1/10/11
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This poem is meant to be a continuation to the following Robert Frost poem that I greatly appreciate.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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.
This poem is meant to be a continuation to the following Robert Frost poem that I greatly appreciate.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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.
