If I had a trapped audience tomorrow morning at the high school in room 136,
I would teach (I call it tap dancing)
a lesson on one of Robert Frost’s
most famous poems,
Nothing Gold Can Stay.
I would begin by saying I don’t completely agree.
This afternoon I looked at some of the gold Christmas decorations I have collected
over the years.
The three wise men belonged to my mother.
They are at least 40 years old.
This tree is worn and has lost some of its luster,
as has the angel below.
That makes them even more endearing to me.
I have had these things for at least 20 years.
I hope everyone is having a simple Christmas season.
I didn’t plan it that way, but that is what
made it simple.
I didn’t plan.
It’s right around the corner, and instead of feeling stressed,
I feel excited.
Keep a tight rein.
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.