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Autumn
They call me the dying month, the bringer of cold harsh winds from the north. I sneak up upon unsuspecting late summer well wishers, wrap my cold hands around their cheeks and come forth. Moving silently across the country side, I graciously give the kiss of death to the once green leaves. In my path I leave nothing but skeleton shapes twisted and old, they are nothing but shadows of once mighty summer trees. In death however comes beauty of colour, the brown crispy leaves illuminated by the red autumn sky. The stage is set and the players cast, the final curtain call is all but nigh. With a crunch under foot, hat and scarves protecting such delicate pale frozen skin. The first frost falls upon my deathly hands, I greet winter as my old friend with an honest grin. Like the leaves from the trees my time is short, but the cycle continues without me and I die knowing my part has been played. I close my eyes as you do in bed, into winters night will an autumn evening fade. My time has ended and I bow out gracefully, for the work I've done I feel no shame. As all things that share a purpose and live with meaning, it's time for us all to return whence we came. 03/01/2015
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