Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.
-Robert Frost
My mother recited this poem to me when I was young, and I always remembered the first line. Every Spring it comes back to me, lingering for a few weeks, until the summer heat sends it on its way.
Lovely shots, Joseph. Thanks for sharing them.
ReplyDeletethank you,
ReplyDeleteactually, I'd had a very similar idea in mind as your post on rotting cherry blossoms...
I must admit a small bit of pride, being pleased to share similar insights with a practitioner such as yourself! ^^
My dear Joseph,
ReplyDeleteYour insights are precious because they emanate from YOU!
We manifest balance and harmony when we recognize in Self what is admired in the Other. Then the veil of separation can safely fall.
"Jewels on Indra's net reflect each other endlessly."
When Shelagh Starr and I were driving through the Annapolis Valley last week, we came upon a field planted with a cover crop that had sprouted in golden magnificence. Without hesitation, I recited the poem aloud, much to Shelagh's delight--and mine! I have done so every Spring since I was 15 years old... thank you for taking up a noble literary tradition! :~)