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.

Robert Frost, written in 1932

At first, the topic seems a sad one, that anything at its peak, will eventually pass away.
On further consideration, I wonder if it is not also a call to appreciate something
so fine that it will only last a short time--like the first frost of the year that edges the golden leaves for a few wondrous minutes.

classification:  The Good Earth