May 19, 2013 Sunday Sonnet: Robert Frost May 19, 2013/ Rosemary DiBattista Here's one that everybody loves, perfect for a spring day when everything is in bloom: 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.