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Red is by far one of the very best colors…of fall.
It lends itself to amber and sunburst yellow friends,
that hang beside its royal presence in the trees.
It is the last sign, the blood of summer,
before the death of leaves.
That is not a sad event, but one of splendor.
The joy of every change… are the very seasons of our lives.
Some are full of the best, and some are not.
All the remembrances and memories of our days,
like the seasons are not by choice, but event.
Choose to embrace the celebrations,
as they come and go.
Be mindful that good and bad,
are often intertwined.
Reflect on them…
They belong to you.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019