However much I try to ignore the signs, the change of seasons is absolutely imminent. Mister Summer is departing and as he blows me covert kisses while he saddles his horse, I am forced to reluctantly watch him leave.
Still, I know that his departure, however painful it might be, is only temporary and in less than a year he will be back. Thus instead of weeping bitter tears, this time around I will relish in the beauty of all the seasons, as they all posses a certain charm, if one cares to look.
Lady Autumn is no exception. A kindred spirit almost, that jovial, colourful Lady with all her changing moods - anything from melancholy and dark skies, threatening storms and pounding rain, to soft sunlight, that breaks through the morning mist over a painted landscape upon the turn of the foliage.
Autumn is beautiful, flamboyant, rich and sensual, so appealing in all the splendor of her mature beauty. I am looking forward to befriend this seductive Lady this year. And as the anticipation builds within me, I try savor the first onset of her imminent presence, which can now be felt almost everywhere in my surroundings; in the rich berries, the autumn harvest and the first copper and golden leaves.
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