nature’s first green…

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

All around Denver the leaves are forming on the trees.  The cherry blossoms have bloomed, their petals scatter in the wind. What I love about spring is the color of the sky.  It’s a sort of sapphire blue that cannot be recreated by even the finest of  painters. Not even a modern day Michelangelo could imagine a color. Its the color of my fathers eyes. Maybe it is the sunlight reflecting off of the leaves and flowers, back up into the heavens that causes the brilliance in light. it makes green seem greener, and pinks seem electric, almost too hard to stare at for very long.

I’ve noticed the sounds of the city have dulled now that the trees all have their leaves.  Noise in winter seems to travel farther because the trees are bare. Now the train whistle in the distance fades into the night air as the trees dance in the wind.

We leave our windows open now, inviting the sweet fragrance of the daffodils into our slumber. Soon the night will be so quiet it will seem as if we are the only people within miles.  The city will slow and people will relax into summer. The days will become longer, the nights will get warmer, and that blue that I love so much will become so deep you’d think you could fall into it.

Don’t blink, it will be over faster than a dream.

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