Between the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, Nature welcomes an interlude, a "symphony", celebrating the onset of the final season of the year.
Winter is not far away;
The dew pierces the grass;
The morning air is laced with a hint of chill;
Autumn prepares to pass;
The sky is graced with a mixture of blue and grey;
Green lemons hang on trees;
Colorful flowers still retaining
Their earlier spring-time blaze;
There is a sort of rhythm in the air,
Tempered with the subtle ease
Of an unrehearsed refrain.
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