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Nothing Gold Can Stay

BY ROBERT FROST

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.

A response in soft pastel:

I’m possibly going to start changing aspects of my art in coming months as I embark on Level 2 of my degree study. I anticipate a lot of experimentation and deviating from my usual style .. so apologies in advance if some of the things I post on here seem to be at odds with who I am.

Enjoy the wonderful colours of autumn (in your area) 😘