Lake Junaluska in fall...

In honor of fall, I have decided to post my favorite Robert Frost poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay,  which captures the essence of the season I think…Written in 1923, this poem was published in the Yale Review in October of that same year, according to Wikipedia. This poem was included in Frost’s collection of poems, New Hampshire, garnering him the 1924 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry…

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.

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