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Shadows tremble; shadows quiver; shadows curl under the double clock. Night versus day. Autumn versus Winter. So temporary are they! Night erases, day re-draws, on and on they struggle in silent dispute… Until winter’s cold tide doth wash them clean away, doth coat their lofty abodes with ice, doth crumble their beauty into longest decay. Hark! Observe! The withering has begun! Mark my words, one and all, before November has sung her last, the boughs will be full bare.

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The goodness of the autumnal foliage and berry comes to the winter cradle, asking this icy queen to return them to their mother, Earth.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 11, 2020.
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Even as the winter sun readies for her time over the frozen land, the autumn bequeathes a garland of confetti, a gift of seasons past and a promise of seasons to come.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 11, 2020.
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As autumn became the winter time I gazed toward the sky, my soul expecting to see a blue sun, as if the rays would somehow be colder in those icy days. Instead they were of course still golden, divinely warm upon my chilled skin. And in that light the carpet of leaves became a sort of natural bling, as if Earth had declared herself queen and found the confidence to wear such God-given jewels.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 11, 2020.
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Autumn and winter have come to their feasting table for the time to exchange goblets has come.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 11, 2020.