Autumn 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.
posted by auntibeck at 2:10 PM
3 Comments:
It is definitely Autumn in Burney. Our yard is starting to be covered in pine leaves, and there's a definite chill in the air. Time to start getting wood for the cold days ahead.
nice poem, where do you find all of your great poems PE? Google?
Google. Autumn Poems
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