Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Golden Moments

Some small bird with wonderful forethought
planted a golden sunflower among the blue
I left it to grow there, tall and solitary.

A goldfinch watches the sun rise.

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