Autumn leaves turn green to gold to rust. A bluebell clings to summer’s embrace.
The calendar turns another page. Memory clings to falling beauty.
The seasons turn. The sun rises and sets and rises again. The river flows and freezes and flows again, a fluid stream of time flowing freely through memory’s frozen banks.
The end becomes the beginning of spring becoming the end again and again.
And through it all, beauty ripples in seasonal glory unblemished by memories of clinging vines locked in winter’s icy kisses.
Seasons turn.
Life moves forward with time, never back.
Nature will always have its way.
Dare Boldly 
The joys of nature when we take the time to look and enjoy the moment. I love having four seasons!
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Every season I enjoy the changes. Other than one deep frost we’ve been enjoying a nice fall and the leaves are just starting to turn. The sound of the leaves has changed and the crickets are silent. The geese are flying.
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Oh Bernie — this — “The sound of the leaves has changed”
I got this sort of shock to my system as I read it. YES! It’s not just the colours and sights. It’s the SOUNDS.
Thank you!
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So lovely
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Thank you dear Joanne. ❤
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beautiful……….so thankful and blessed to be able to watch our seasons change.
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I am so with you Wendi — it truly is wonderful to feel immersed within the beauty.
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amen! 🙂
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