Written on April 28th, 2025 for Constance La France's 14 Beautiful Lines Contest. " Life is a cycle of change, and the seasons are just another reminder of that." - Anonymous
The moon nestles within a celestial quilt, as the sun sleepily peeks through the indigo sky. Chartreuse canopies sway against a mid-autumn sunrise. Mahogany leaves, scattered upon frost-tipped, ombré blades of grass, crackle under the patter of the feet of does. Canadian geese flock, gliding toward home. The inaugural snowflakes of winter flutter on teal breezes. Inhaling the crisp morning air, it melts on cherry lips. Warmth from the sun's silhouette dances playfully on curious hands. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wraps you in comfort, Whilst a monarch butterfly rests on the last dandelion fiercely holding on. As the threads of autumn gingerly unravel, they reweave into winter's aquamarine tapestry, the transition of seasons bringing forth a time of peaceful reflection.
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Written on April 28th, 2025 for Constance La France's 14 Beautiful Lines Contest.
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Life is a cycle of change, and the seasons are just another reminder of that." - Anonymous