nothing gold can stay

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.

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Autumn's gold is disappearing and the falling leaves are brown. Around my neighborhood more trees are bare than they are leafy. It's the progression of the seasons. 31 more days until winter.

My first reaction to this poem was that it's a sad poem. But poems are meant to be read more than once and I read it a couple more times. Despite the theme that nothing beautiful can last, the poem is not necessarily meant to be sad. Instead, I see it as a call to appreciate precious moments while they last, because their impermanence is what makes them so valuable.