Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
– Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay
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Since I first memorized this poem many years ago, every spring I look for Nature’s first green…and it truly is gold. Those first tender leaves are a lovely gold-green that isn’t seen at any other time of the year. I personally feel the poem speaks to the fact that joy can be elusive and fleeting–find it where you can and enjoy it today because it may not last. But I will always look for Nature’s first green every spring.