Nothing Gold Can Stay

  Robert Frost , 1874 - 1963

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

By Charlotte Matthews

With this intensely verdant spring, 

I've been thinking a lot about Frost's little gem of a poem Nothing Gold Can Stay which goes like this:

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. 

I love that word "subside" which, in the 17th century meant to crouch down, to sit. That implies a state of restfulness, of being at ease. So maybe change is to be regarded with a kind of easy going attitude, a kind of letting go. Envision how a child can crouch down so nimbly. If only we can regard changes--those we welcome and those we don't--with the nimbleness of a child crouching, with an ease, perhaps our transitions will be less intrusive, can even become a kind of gift. And today, I am going to walk amongst nature's first green, her gold. I hope you will too.