Saturday, October 24, 2009

Leaves … and a poem


I’ve been obsessing a bit about leaves lately. I'm planning a series of pieces all based on extreme closeups of leaves, so I’ve been aiming my camera at every leaf I can find. This morning I swooned over these beauties on my doorstep after a hard rain last night. They made me think of this poem, one of my favorites by Robert Frost. It seems to perfectly capture the melancholy nature of the season:

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.

2 comments:

  1. Thanks for the really cool poem and pic. I know what you mean. I keep trying to capture the beauty of autumn with limited success.

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  2. I love this poem, and often think about parts of it mostly the first and last lines. It made my night to read the whole of it. Thank you!

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