The living glowing tapestry of fall
is a rich brocade of immense pride
that nature takes due credit for, her
annual presentation of artistry and rich
colour in the architecture of her landscape.
It is her compassionate gift to all who
will suffer the dark, dull days of winter
when cold blustery winds freeze all
vegetation whose life sap descends
into the soil for shelter until the storm
of winter finally departs. Briefly, we are
consoled with the texture, fragrance and
hues of tints known to exist only in
the interregnum when summer is banished
to reign elsewhere, and winter is crowned
as sovereign of the landscape. For now
however, the glory of fall is ours to
observe and revel in, recalling when we
were children the joy in fallen leaves
rustling under our feet, and as adults the
unadulterated admiration of a scene soon
to drift into memory, ethereal, alluring.
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