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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.

- Robert Frost

I know this poem isn’t about Autumn but I can’t help but think of it as I see the leaves change. It was overcast on Friday and the bright green to yellow hues everywhere really stood out on such a grey day.