Pink petunias
Waving goodbye to summer.
Don’t go – please don’t go!
I love fall, but always feel a little ache at the end of summer when the vivid pinks and purples give way to the sharp and flaming colors of autumn. Sultry beauty ignites and burns itself out in front of our eyes every year. A pang of sorrow, a thrill of anticipation. And the cicada still sings.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
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