Friday, September 22, 2006

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.

3 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

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.

10:51 PM  
Blogger coolskool mom said...

nice poem, where do you find all of your great poems PE? Google?

9:57 AM  
Blogger auntibeck said...

Google. Autumn Poems

11:50 AM  

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