Nothing Gold Can Stay

For the past month, on the trail over to AJP’s school there have been some incredible blossoms on the forsythia. The bright yellow group of bushes became the first evidence of spring. Walking to and from the school, I could not help but think of Robert Frost’s poem, “Nothing Gold Can Stay”. I wondered if it were the forsythia that inspired him. Today walking to and from the school again, I noticed that most of the electric yellow blossoms were gone and delicate green leaves grew in their place. I reflected on the poem again. As I recited it in my mind, I passed a massive magnolia. The beautiful blossoms from last week lay on the ground turning brown. Maybe Frost had a magnolia on his farm beside the forsythia.

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.