Poetry

Finally—Forsythia!

Mary Knapp
Forsythia is blooming!
Forsythia is blooming in Central Park

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

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.

But what the poet doesn’t tell us is that it will be back next spring!

Published by Mary Knapp

After a few years in advertising, writing reams of persuasive prose, I finally realized my true calling, went back to graduate school, and became a teacher, first in a public high school, then as a docent at the Merchant’s House Museum in New York City. Now, retired from teaching out loud, I silently share my thoughts with anyone who wants to listen.

2 thoughts on “Finally—Forsythia!”

  1. “Nothing gold can stay.” So true and yet it does seem to always return. This year I really wondered if it would EVER come.

    Behold, we know not anything;
    I can but trust that good shall fall
    At last – far off – at last to all,
    And every winter change to spring.
    Tennyson

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