Poetry Stays Gold
Natures first green is gold
I had always read a lot, but never much poetry
Her hardest hue to hold
Not that I didn’t like poetry- I just hadn’t learned to love it yet
Her early leaf’s a flower
But this poem flowed into me- as if I were drinking it like water
But only so an hour
And flooded me with enough gold to replace the gold I’d lost.
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So I’ve read many poems since
So Eden sank to grief
And this is no longer my favorite- I could never choose a favorite
So dawn goes down to day
But it means the most to me
Nothing gold can stay
Because it taught me how poetry can make me gold again