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.
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
Nettle has always fascinated me. It's nature's textural gem. It's not a nice plant to touch or fall into but it's smooth, spikey, soft, hard, wispy & thorny surfaces make for some interesting images.
