T. S. Eliot wrote that “April is the cruelest month,” but it was another poet that better described our Berkshires today.
After recent rains the season’s first really hot day brought out the early buds, as well as lawn rakers and walkers out taking the air after a long winter indoors.
The Forsythia bloomed since yesterday, and the branches are full of the delicate gold that a week from now will be the green leaves of spring.
Our great New England poet Robert Frost described such days in his poem:
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.
(October 1923, The Yale Review)
(Photo: R. L. Floyd)