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Summer’s residue, they slowly change from pink to red. Pregnant with Autumn’s promise of harvest and plenty – a dream of fire-lit hearths and steaming mugs of rose hip tea.
Unruly leaves are carefully shorn; brambles cut off in their prime. An end of summer haircut reminds us that Autumn is near.
As the evening sunlight hits them, they begin to catch fire, like Icarus’ wings. They shed their green for the glowing orange, but their fall will not come until Autumn.
In Autumn, it gladly shed its discarded leaves, stretching its skeletal arms, relishing the lifting of the burden. But now, in Winter, it flexes its ghostly fingers in the wind, beckoning the Spring.