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Nothing Gold (Orange, or Red) Can Stay

October 28, 2013

It seems like just yesterday that the fall foliage was at its brilliant peak.  Trees everywhere were gussied up in leaves of yellow, orange, and red.  Today, like the brilliant ballgown from the night before, the leaves are now in a sad heap on the floor (or ground…we’re starting to lose our metaphor).

outside vc 5 credit joey belanger

Outside the Maria Miles Visitor Center in Salisbury as of 2 weeks ago.  Today, these trees are nearly bare.

According to Yankee Foliage’s interactive guide, the North of Boston region is in its last throes of the leaf season (  While there are a few autumn debutantes holding on to the last bits of the coming-out season (the last we checked, the Merrimack Valley region around Haverhill, Merrimac, and Andover was still bright and blooming), the trees have started to take on a bare, spooky look just in time for Halloween.

This part of the fall season reminds of the Robert Frost poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay” (we included the poem in our North of Boston Literary Lexicon blog post, but just for a refresher…).

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.

Frost probably didn’t have the autumn trees in mind when he wrote this poem, but it does, in a way, apply to end of fall.

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