nothing gold can stay

This post by Doctor Science made me think of this poem.

Not that spring is that color in Colorado. Here, the vultures are back, the purple mustard's spicy scent has filled the air, and now a spring storm is giving all the buds a big wet heavy kiss. Spring might linger for as much as a month, but if she is in an especial hurry, she has checked the boxes and may make way for ninety-degree days.