Yeah, yeah, I know the seasons are beginning to change.
The leaves on the trees have wilted, if not actually fallen.
They're beginning to show color and, while it can be beautiful,
it also serves as an alarm, a warning of the colder times to come.
I try to tell myself, as I do every year, that each season
has its own beauties, its own colors. I try to convince myself of that,
even as the bone-chilling cold creeps ever closer.
For now, though, I will enjoy the these berries,
which contrast so beautifully with their leaves,
camouflaging the winter lurking just behind.