Fall in New England brings sweater weather, spectacular displays of foliage, and harvest celebrations. For many, a season filled with apple picking and pumpkin projects. For others, Autumn brings a kind of melancholic ode to Summer with a gradual slowing down and turning inward this time of year. The days become shorter and darker, trees begin to lose their leaves, and plants draw their energy inward in preparation for Winter. The best Autumn poems capture this season of striking change, using Fall as a metaphor for the cycle of life. As Frost wrote in one of his famous poems, Nothing Gold Can Stay. Which holds true for the golden leaves of Autumn and the halcyon days of Summer.