Underneath

Olaf Breuning

Iris Van Dongen
She is the night

Olaf Breuning

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, Nothing Gold Can Stay.