Summer has not envy of autumnal hues, nor are these seasonal sisters are ever rivals, yet complimentary to one another, a melody that flows from warmer notes to cool at the hands of a divine conductor.
When the berries - red, blue, cream and black - adorn the leaf-blossomed trees, in those precious days while the late summer blooms still sing in vibrant hues, I sense the changing of the season with a steady and warm heart.
As if in rotational guardianship, the summertime takes her bow and autumn heeds her calling.
The summertime that took her throne a few short months ago now welcomes her sister to take her place, the rainbow dress of petals ushered to her slumber whilst the gown of brilliant berries at late blooms ascends.
Even as summertime nods her sleepy head, the autumnal blooms come to sweeten her dreams.
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