Tuesday, April 27, 2010

April is National Poetry Month

So I'll share my favorite - 

Nothing Gold Can Stay by 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.

I loved it when I was young and now it makes me a little sad, but its still fantastic!