The Berkshires are rightly famous far and wide for splendid fall foliage; fans of cheap thrills are well-advised to stop in Lenox during May, when the town’s more subtle beauty is available for daylong meditation. It just so happens that annual sentiment has turned up in a poem, too: Judging April.
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