Transitions: The Joy and Sadness of Change

I love language, reading, writing. There are a few poems that I committed to memory on a cellular level it seems and they rise to the surface unbidden at just the right moment.
My mind is turning to autumn now, to transitions, back to school, endings, new beginnings. All experiences that can bring joyful feelings - but also of loss, unmooring, change.

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.
Robert Frost

​(Originally posted-8/15/18)