Hanging Out in Oak Hill Cemetery Sun

I'm interested in shooting more horizontals these golden green days. Time for Frost...

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.

The version I'm more used to uses "first" in place of "early" and "leaf" in the 3rd line.

Sorry if you who shoot with me in spring are tired of this.