Spring took its sweet time getting here this year--normally the forsythia is in full bloom on my birthday (4/16), but this year there was hardly a blossom to be seen. Today, however, the sun is shining, the temperature is rising, the forsythia is resplendent, and it really, truly, finally feels like spring is here.
Yesterday afternoon, while we were driving home, Gerald looked at me and said "green is gold." And indeed, it finally is. So here's the ninth installation of my annual spring-welcoming poem posting.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
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
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