A wet afternoon the computer and an uninspiring landscape.
I hope this does justice to Frost's poem.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.

Submitted for the November challenge http://form.pbase.com/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=47823