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. Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay
This beautiful poem, when heard with Stevie Wonder’s ballad, Stay Gold, brings me back to salad days, when a combination of circumstances and teen angst made more for the moody blues than the ability to see anything gold on the horizon. But it was always there, the gold bits, and I picked these up from the ground whenever I could.
They came in the form of my diaries, books, chats with friends walking in the rain (I did that quite a bit back then and there is an affinity for the rain that is perhaps not so ordinary.)
Gold is best in tiny doses, like gold sandals, or a ring.
Interestingly, gold paired with white, or with black, or both black and white, is elegant richness indeed.