Nature’s First Green

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, 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.

Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

8 thoughts on “Nature’s First Green”

  1. Beautiful post Nancy. I love the new theme. :)

    Thanks, Racquel! I do love all that green. :)

  2. I haven’t read that before, I like it. You got some good shots to go with it. What is that fuzzy stuff?

    Those are pussy willows, gone past their prime. :)

  3. Very scenic shots, complemented with a lovely poem. It brightens my day. Happy Spring!

    And a Happy Spring to you, too, Autumn Belle! Thanks for your visit.

  4. Nancy-
    How wonderful to finally have spring green with expanding leaves! Ours are now becoming muted as they expand and age. A lovely post…

    You’re slightly ahead of us, Lisa, though this particular green is short lived. :)

  5. You are a wise and gifted woman, Nancy. A beautiful post!

    Joey, what a lovely thing to say. Thanks for your visit!

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