The warmest colors dot the sunset. But the winds that blow from those warming colors are cold and harsh . It was but nights ago that the bon fire crackled for comfort. Tonight the flames are enjoyed for the heat they share. My beautifully leave covered trees no longer dance with the wind. Tonight they begin to shiver, the winds that were once their partners in dance have stripped them of their leaves. They now stand cold and naked as the mistress of winter echoes with the winds. She is coming , the fall beauty gone. But with the ice and snow comes new beauty . As with all seasons , this is how we grow . Without them there would be no changes, the good and the bad, there would be no life. So build a strong fire, hold close to those you love and face the mistress of winter,till spring takes her place..Land of Rose

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