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.

-- Robert Frost --

Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.

-- Robert Frost --

Untitled

The ticking is but all I hear,

it is our gauge till death appears.

Forever now I've watched the clock,

whenever will my glancing stop?

-- PBScott --