Nothing Gold Can Stay

 

I just found this by Robert Frost:


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.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148652/nothing-gold-can-stay-5c095cc5ab679


The above moth is a Gold-ribbon Argent  It too comes and goes from our balcony in its season.  Photo courtesy of Captain Butterfly as always.

Our first parents probably opened their eyes in an Autumn garden.  And I often wonder how lovely that garden - the garden of Jehovah - must have been, given how lovely autumn gardens can be even now, after generations of imperfection and damage - after, as Robert Frost puts it so beautifully "Eden sank to grief".

Ok, I too will try for an Autumn poem, bearing in mind that I am not Robert Frost, just inspired by him.

Falling

by me

Autumn sweeps

fallen leaves

before it.

red and gold.

I totter ahead, 

into winter

ice in my road.

It won't last, no...

But Autumn will come again.

Season upon season, 

world without end.

Amen.

I feel as if this just needs small changes to make it come out right - or at any rate so much better - but, as I said I am not Robert Frost.  I also wanted it to convey the thought that I too hope to have season upon season, Autumns without number - to "inherit the earth", and live forever upon it, as the Bible promises.

I spent Monday morning in Zoom sessions with firstly a friend, and secondly my scattered siblings.  And in the afternoon I made the Captain's sandwich lunch for tomorrow, also a veggie and lentil soup, and a fruit jelly.

Today was a Zoom session - field service - and along with studying and doing some witnessing (letter/email), I must clean out the fridge.  The Captain is off archeologising today - so if he makes any exciting finds I will only see them in photo form. And if they are really exciting I will try to blog them.