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.


  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.

  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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