Original artwork description:

Autumn is a time of harvest. Apple trees laden with their bounteous crop, golden fields of wheat ready to be ploughed and sun coloured leaves falling to the ground. This season of change has inspired poets throughout the ages.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

To Autumn, by John Keats

- original artwork,
- palette knife,
- ready to hang,
- gallery wrapped.

Materials used:

oil on canvas, palette knife

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