A Boundless Moment by Robert Frost
He halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/robert_frost/poems/778
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/robert_frost/poems/778
In the poem, Robert Frost describes taking in the sudden beauty in nature. Albeit, A Boundless Moment refers more to the beauty in nature, but it does imply that nature is quickly changing. It seems like he's acknowledging the changes of the seasons. Altogether, this poem is fit for my theme.