September 05, 2012

When Autumn Comes #4

The trees will burst into flame red. Their leaves will detach themselves like little sighs and scuttle and swirl along the lanes, whispering in corners of the season that will strip naked all and bring a sharp, biting cold. Until the first frost they will dance and play, until the icy hands of winter seize their spirit, until they turn to dust they will laugh and sing their floating song.

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