Springtime is Incumen In

Today was gorgeous in my neck of the woods. A cold, frosty morning developed into a wonderfully warm, sunny day. It's about time--the trees are ready to burst out in leaf. In celebration of spring's approach, here's one of my favorite bits by Robert Frost:

"Nothing Gold Can Stay" (1923)

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.

Aside: The poem choice has nothing to do with Wall Street's first four day rally since November (even if it is a "bear market rally"), for which I say "hurrah!"