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
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
Robert Frost is my favourite hands down, bar none poet. Trite? Predictable? Boring? So? I understand his images, I KNOW what he means.
Long before I knew of Robert Frost, long before I mourned for not taking the road less travelled, I knew about the gold that becomes green. There is a moment, every spring, when grey and brown pause on their way to green, they pause at yellow. I've been watching, waiting for that hour for a few weeks now - it's a morning thing, by afternoon it's gone. The grass is already green, but I'm not looking down. It's in the trees, and it's almost here.
My cynic has been waiting for the other boot to drop. We had an easy, mild winter, compared to what it could have been, and I've wasted a lot of spring waiting for the rest of winter. It may snow again, once or twice, but it's over. That brief flash of gold will seal the deal. At that point I'll put the boots and the cynic away to wait for November - it'll be here sooon enough.
Long before I knew of Robert Frost, long before I mourned for not taking the road less travelled, I knew about the gold that becomes green. There is a moment, every spring, when grey and brown pause on their way to green, they pause at yellow. I've been watching, waiting for that hour for a few weeks now - it's a morning thing, by afternoon it's gone. The grass is already green, but I'm not looking down. It's in the trees, and it's almost here.
My cynic has been waiting for the other boot to drop. We had an easy, mild winter, compared to what it could have been, and I've wasted a lot of spring waiting for the rest of winter. It may snow again, once or twice, but it's over. That brief flash of gold will seal the deal. At that point I'll put the boots and the cynic away to wait for November - it'll be here sooon enough.
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