Thursday, April 12, 2012

Reading 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.

3 comments:

Michelle said...

That pink is absolutely gorgeous! Happy spring!

Karen said...

Lovely!

Karen said...

I love this. What a great idea for Keilee. Let her take a poem and take photos to accompany it. :)