Nothing Gold Can Stay

“So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
~Robert Frost


Robert Frost was right—nothing gold can stay. Perhaps that’s a good thing. I’m not sure if we Mainers could take more than thirty-one days of October’s golden beauty. It would be too much dazzle and burst for us, and like overstimulated children, we would wear ourselves to a frazzle. With that in mind, November’s austerity—its russets and browns—has a soothing quality and a quiet beauty of its own.

Still, I wouldn’t want to be without glorious October. And as Gladys Taber observed, “When the blizzards come, I shall not only get what I can out of being snug and toasty by the fire…but I shall tell myself, as always, that without our special climate, no October.”

Taber was writing about Connecticut, but the same applies to Maine and its “special climate.”

6 thoughts on “Nothing Gold Can Stay”

  1. I always feel so let down by the dreariness of November after the spectacular month of October. Gray and brown just doesn’t do it for me! But then, Maine has lots of green pine! 😉

    1. Eliza, with all its evergreens, Maine is actually quite lovely in late fall and winter.

  2. Ah, but memories to hold on too;0) Life is slowly drawing us back indoors, indeed fires, hot chocolate and candle light. Mother Nature falls a sleeps and we have to entertain ourselves…

    1. Late fall and winter are cozy times, to be sure. The only sensible thing, especially in New England with its “special climate”, is to enjoy them all.

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