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.
-Robert Frost
ahah.
was waiting for mrinsie to comment and then for me to.
why is everyone so in love with frost ?
okay. we succumb.
"The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing. "
--Frosting from The Oven Bird.
Like butterflies on mud
They stick to the corners of my memory of you
Different colors against the muddy truth
And then the butterflies flew.
Frost eh? can't blame you...he wrote sense and made it sound beautiful...
mopu