November's Gold

Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.

by Robert Frost , 1874 - 1963
Four-time Pulitzer Prize winner
Well - loved American poet
Frost says that "Nature's first green is gold," but guess what? Nature's last green is gold also! Look and see:

Good Bye Golden Flowers

Golden Tree

Golden Stairs

Golden Sky

#52 (in 73 poems)

who are you,little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold


of november* sunset

(and feeling: that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

by E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962
Very popular American poet
Somewhat unconventional,
sometimes eccentric

*emphasis added

P.S.
And the ginkgo tree!