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Nothing Gold Can Stay – 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.
I love the word ‘harbinger’ in this context. Unlike the word ‘herald’, it has a sense of doom about it. Love your poem.
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Thank you to all who have given me awards in the past: you make my soul sing.