“Nothing gold can stay....”

Another backroad vision, with thanks to Robert Frost for the title....

 

“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.”

Done