Autumn Leaves contest by Jcb Brul ~ 10/12/24
There is a certain majesty that arrives in the midst of Fall when splendorous colors adorn Nature's change of dress. Leaves begin to shimmer in hues of russet, umber and gold. Like flames of fire, they sway as if gilded by September's sun, but beginning to show their age with dry and wrinkled skin. Autumn makes her appearance in Summer's last warm days. Her auburn hair has darkened to shades of deep crimson. Each strand a leaf, blown from limbs in a brisk breeze from trees soon to be stripped of their tattered gowns. They'll flutter and tumble, twirling round and round as if in pirouette by ballet dancers in a last performance. Their swansong grieves me, as to the ground they plumment. Seeing them withered and shorn, my thoughts are pensive as seasonal changes make me contemplate their tragic fate. Does Autumn weep for them as I do? Does she have a heart?
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