... and so is her last.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost is the only poem I have unintentionally memorized. I just loved it so much and read it so many times that I don't have to see the print anymore. I also have a recording of Robert Frost reading it, which I listen to sometimes.
I love fall. It's my favorite season. It's all about death, isn't it? and what's not to love about that?