I posted this sketch on instagram just a few days ago with a complaint about the end of fall and the impending winter. And my friend Meera replied with this beautiful poem 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.
– Robert Frost
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It ends in a blaze of glory. Your painting captures that feeling beautifully.
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Nice photo of the fall tree it almost looks biblical, like a Burning Bush. Licking Flames.
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