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. 1923

I found out today
I lost a good friend
six months ago.
A friend of thirty five years.
A redirected Christmas card
brought the news.
How do we so easily,
Suddenly get so distant.