The Daffodil Returns

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.


Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost


A classic that never fails to add a twinge of melancholy to an otherwise pleasant spring day. I wonder if Frost ever contemplated writing a second stanza about gold coming back around again? Apparently that can happen too, because here is the daffodil alongside the house finally back in bloom. Not only that, but it's opened right on schedule.