“Nothing Gold Can Stay.” It is the name of a poem by Robert Frost; it is also the message he conveys in several of his works. While reflecting on this piece as well as “A Patch of Old Snow” we can come to a greater understanding as to why “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
As nature’s first green starts to show itself, it is such a sight. The people, the ground, and the sky are a miserable grey from months of a dreary winter. Then as if out of nowhere a flower pops out of the ground, a bright green bud. The first bit of color for the year arrives just before spring to get all of us ready for the most beautiful time of the year. But this little glimpse of “gold” lasts on