And the spring comes slowly up this way!

Anytime the seasons start to change, my mind inherently goes to the Robert Frost poem ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’ – even though there’s much deeper meanings that can be attributed to this poem, like WAY deeper. But in it’s purest and simplest form, it’s about the seasons (turn, turn, turn). 

It was taught to my Grade 8 class as part of ‘The Outsiders’ unit or what not (and I referenced it in my Grade 8 valedictorian speech). So basically, I can recite it on cue. It’s just one of those things that you never quite forget and that just remains in the file folding recesses of the brain, ready to be brought to the surface and make you smile with sweet remembrance.

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.

 . . . . . . . It’s gold out there people, it’s gold! I feel it!

[image via Rifle Paper Company]