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

This past month as the green has faded from the landscape,

a feeling of melancholy and loss has grown.

Was I only responding to the end of summer?

This morning I realized that August of this year

marks a decade since my father died.


Nothing gold can stay.


I love and miss you Dad.