One of my favorite poems ever written is by Robert Frost. Each autumn I post his poem, Nothing gold can stay. It is obvious that Frost was inspired by the fall foliage in New England when he wrote this poem back in 1923. Nothing gold can stay won the 1924 Pulitzer prize for poetry.
I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do.
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.
BosGuy 
maybe he saw the movie
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I’ll work on both just for you.
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Poetry? I’m once again impressed. You really are a polymath, BosGuy. But like so much of Robert Frost, that poem just hurled me into a tailspin of depression only a bawdy limerick can cure. Or maybe some man candy.
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