CREATIVE SPARK #23: Fleeting Moments
American Poet Robert Frost was a man given to keen observation of the natural world. In his 1923 poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay" he describes a fleeting phase of organic growth.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.
What do Frost's words mean to you?
Can you emulate his natural world observations with one of your own?
How would you describe the first snowflake in a storm?

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