Hot Like Ebola!!!: Poetry, uh, Tuesday Nights?

Okay, while I know it isn't Friday (and therefore not the right time for Friday Poetry Blogging), I was inspired by this poem that I dragged out of the depths of my memory today. Seriously, it just came to me and I spent my time in the car on the way to the vet clinic trying to remember the words to it.

Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost

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.

:: submitted by Jenevieve, 5:39 AM
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