The Act of Summer has come to its velvet curtain bow and, once the applause has turned to silence once more, we welcome the commencement of the Dance of Autumn and hear its soulful song.
The summer dancers have taken their rest as autumn takes the stage, her rich late blooms, her banquet of berries, her promise to turn green leaves into gold.
Upon this first day of autumn I breathe in the seasonal transition and breathe out a calm kind of excitement.
On this first day of autumn, the late summer blooms are the vibrant earthly echoes of the elder tree berries above.
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