And in the morning there is now a silver frosting on the grass . . . and mists rise from the water . .
Streetscapes change with each passing day.
The sunny warm days of just a week ago now bear the edge of a chill that inspires the northern dwellers to the busyness of harvest and industry.
The brilliance of trees makes the public world a work of art.
And the season that was summer . . . lies quiet on the street . . . soon to be swept away.
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