Nature’s first hue is gold

Just for the record, I am not a morning person. I just needed to establish that from the beginning. There’s a phrase in French, bonne heure, that means early morning. The literal translation is “good hour”. I’m thinking a morning person made that phrase up, because early morning and good hour do not go together in my book. See Proverbs 27:14

But lately, I have been getting up earlier. The window in my bedroom faces west, looking into the side of our neighbor’s house and a medium-sized light oak tree. When I wake up early enough, the sun, peeking over our house from the east, shines it’s light on the tree, and for a moment, everything looks golden. It reminds me of that Robert Frost 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.

It’s strange; I watch that golden tree, and everything is all right for a while. It’s easy to talk to and listen to God. It’s easy to remember to be thankful for everything in my life. It’s wonderful to look at my day and see the opportunities. It’s easy to smile. It’s no problem to be content with the world. And I find myself waking up at that hour, without even an alarm, to catch Nature’s first green on that tree. And… it is a good hour.