MELTING FROST

The majority of trees and bushes are bare of leaves, standing like silent sentinels against the cool, crisp air of late autumn. The last shots of this color glory from my backyard memorized here where vibrant hues once danced among the branches. Now, only the berries remain, bright splashes of red and orange that cling stubbornly to the barren limbs, offering a stark contrast to the gray skies above. Autumn gone by, the inevitable cycle of nature is happening as it prepares for the restful slumber of winter.




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