Boston Esplanade, October 2014
One of my favorite poems 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. 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 
And I was reading today – warmer than average winter ahead! Yay!
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