My daughter was born on October 4, 1981 and passed away 20 years later on October 30th, 2001. Yet I am still drawn to Autumn in my heart. 
I recently returned from a work trip to Georgia, where deciduous trees were wearing a promise, really just a blush of Autumn. This is the first year in many that I will have missed a full-blown autumn; most years we’ve had an art show further North, and I’ve been able to drink in the colors and scents of this month for a few days.
Long about February, our Virginia creeper vines here in Florida will turn red, but by then it’s too late for me.
I dream about a mountain home someday, living beneath and surrounded by a riot of autumn, the crowning glory of planetary beauty on Earth. In my opinion, anyway.
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