Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower,
But only so an hour.
So leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
I like the poem cited above, but I don’t love it – it’s too sad. Nevertheless, I think about it, even often.
What is gold, and why can’t it stay? A blossoming romance, a babbling baby, a bud on a tree after a long, bitter winter.
What if gold could stay? Would I, really, want it to?
Would I freeze spring? Freeze color? Freeze time?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
9 comments:
My talented neice Sarah took most of the photos in this post. She took them with my camera, so I don't really have an excuse for not taking awesome photos. :) Thanks, Sarah!
This is a great post. I remember watching Michael and Jeremiah, both about three years old, walking up my driveway--so cute, so innocent-- and thinking "oh, if time could just stand still". It didn't.
I don't know if I would freeze time completely, but I definitely would bottle up specific moments for use in the winter. These flowers would be on that list of things to bottle. Beautiful photos Sarah!
The tulip trees are my fave. :)
Sarah takes awesome pictures.
I love Spring, especially in New England. But I have to admit the mature mourning of fall is my favorite.
Amazing photos! I'm with you!
Such beautiful pictures!
Beautiful poem and pictures, Laura. It was so good to see you and your little family over Easter! Thanks so much for coming to visit. Love you!
How did I miss this post? I'm not sure. It is very lovely, though. We have a very talented niece don't we?
Laura, on a second perusal of the pictures of this post, I noticed that quite a few of my favorite shots did not have a byline. I am assuming that you took these? They are amazing! I think you know how to use your camera quite well. :)
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