Thursday, June 23, 2011

Sculpture and the Portland Japanese Garden

After the first waves of spring color, the fruit trees, the bulbs, the rhododendrons fade,
there is still the quiet riot of spring greens.

A walk through the Japanese Gardens is a lesson in shades of green discernment.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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
                                                                   from the site Modern American Poetry

1 comment:

jomyshyne1 said...

Literally STUNNING. Wow!