Nothing Gold Can Stay (Dalí String Quartet) by Rebekah Henry

"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

This is a piece about autumn. More than that, it's a piece about how in the fall I feel alive and able to breathe again after a long summer, despite the increasing darkness of an upcoming winter. I love that autumn is a season of harvest and hibernation, falling leaves and blooming chrysanthemums, and in that dichotomy is such beauty.