Early morning at Hendry's Beach infused with a gold light that washes all that it touches.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
Early Morning
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
- Subject Matter: Impressionist Seascape
- Created: February 2023
- Inventory Number: SE131
- Current Location: Studio