Our seasons become a part of our environment: The starkness and quietness of Winter, the resurgence and newness of Spring, Summer with its vibrancy and crudeness and the color and eventually nakedness of Fall. We adjust to this seasonal change and we adapt to these new changes year after year - season after season..........
Yet, in the end the beauty of Autumn disappears before our eyes - that ever present beauty of nature......"The skeletal remains of Autumn with its earthy stench of decaying leaves of crimson, amber and rustic tones. The raw smell of changing matter disintegrating before our eyes, the unsympathetic winds blowing leaves into infinity with the nakedness of Autumn left behind...................."We wait patiently for another season!
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Cynthia
An enjoyable read to the poet/poetess!
Thank you!