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.


Michelle said...

That pink is absolutely gorgeous! Happy spring!

Karen said...


Karen said...

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