Monday, May 22, 2006

Gold

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.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
--- Robert L Frost

16 Comments:

Blogger Jim said...

In my wanderings through the blog world your thoughts and pictures always catch my interest. I really enjoy the poems you post and these flower pictures are poetry in themselves.

I'm correcting an oversight by linking you to our blog.

12:04 PM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Those flowers are just beautiful, and the poem is lovely.

1:13 PM  
Blogger Sigrid Jardin said...

Mmmmmm, yummy poem and images. Thanks for a bright spot in my day!

2:54 PM  
Blogger HoBess said...

These images are so peaceful and this is one of my very favorite Robert Frost poems, the one that brought me to explore his work more actually. Beautiful as always.

3:25 PM  
Blogger kerrdelune said...

Beautiful flowers and beautiful poetry, so glad you are here with us again - this is one of the first places I go in the morning and every visit is a rare treat for the spirit.

4:11 PM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

Just beautiful flowers and a great poem

7:25 PM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

pretty pretty!

8:51 PM  
Blogger MB said...

I love the blue with the yellow in the second photo! Lovely as always, Endment.

11:01 PM  
Blogger silverlight said...

Buttercups!!! I do miss them sort of. Up home as a child, I used to be able to run barefoot thru Buttercup fields. And carry to my Mom, limp handfulls. To her they were roses.

3:46 AM  
Blogger Ontario Wanderer said...

The curled leaf in the first photo is wonderful indeed! Thanks for the Frost poem. That's the kind of frost I like! (I am almost afraid to check the newly planted garden this morning as it looks a bit white out the east window.)

6:16 AM  
Anonymous pablo said...

Gold is creeping into my forest too. It will be the dominant color of the flowers for most of the summer in Missouri. Nice pix!

9:03 AM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

I love how the blue in the background brings out the yellow of the flowers! Wow!

4:56 PM  
Blogger Pam in Tucson said...

Buttercups? I remember as children we held them under each others' chins to see the golden reflection. A perfect poem to illustrate these lovely golden photos.

8:15 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

jim
thanks for your visit, for your link and your encouragement

robin andrea and sigrid jardin
as always you bring a gift of encouragement with your visits.

hobess
Frost draws my imagination into his words. Glad he captured your attention with this poem.

kerrdelune
happy to share the morning with you!

jimmy and jennifer
thanks for stopping by again and for your comments.

mb and tongue in cheek antiques glad you enjoy the Gold, green, and blue - thank you

silverlight
oh yes, those limp treasures... these buttercups just glow in the meadow - begging to be taken home to mom.

ontario wanderer
our garden sports billowing plastic and every spare corner inside has a portable plant... Hope this is finally the end of the cold frost... We then can really enjoy the other Frost :=)

pablo
our dominate color seems to be white with sprinkles of blue and gold - i treasure every bit of the glorious spring color

pam in tucson
i had forgotten... will have to check...

9:27 PM  
Blogger harmonyinline said...

the photo and poem are so perfect for each other lovely post

10:38 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

harmony in line
oh thank you

7:13 AM  

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