Autumn and winter have come to their feasting table for the time to exchange goblets has come.
As autumn became the winter time I gazed toward the sky, my soul expecting to see a blue sun, as if the rays would somehow be colder in those icy days. Instead they were of course still golden, divinely warm upon my chilled skin. And in that light the carpet of leaves became a sort of natural bling, as if Earth had declared herself queen and found the confidence to wear such God-given jewels.
The goodness of the autumnal foliage and berry comes to the winter cradle, asking this icy queen to return them to their mother, Earth.
Even as the winter sun readies for her time over the frozen land, the autumn bequeathes a garland of confetti, a gift of seasons past and a promise of seasons to come.
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