lundi 19 octobre 2009

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

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.

Leavenworth, Sleeping Lady (Early Fall 2009)

Seattle, Ballard Locks (Late Summer 2009)