fourth annual blogger {silent} poetry reading

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

i think of this poem more often, now, that i have children. it used mark each of my milestones. now, it marks each one of my children's milestones. they are turning a darker shade of green with each little triumph and birthday. 


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  2. Nothing gold can stay. So very true. Cherish those moments. They grow up so very quickly.


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