Nature's first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold

Her early leaf's a flower

But only so an hour

So leaf subsides to leaf

So Eden sank to grief

So dawn goes down to day

Nothing gold can stay ...

-- Robert Frost


I have been saying this poem in my head for the last couple of days ... it is one of my all-time favorites ... I memorized it when I was a kid ... and recited it often ... I was overjoyed when I read the S.E. Hinton book "The Outsiders" and Ponyboy recites the poem to Johnny ... I have been thinking about the poem because all the leaves are changing colors here ... and as we drive from the house to the condo each day it is all wooded and golden and beautiful ...