I know it may seem easy to skip over this period of the year. To ignore the slowly blooming flowers, to look past the sun creeping up behind the clouds. Your heart is so invested in the desire for summer that you do not realize the grass underneath your feet is becoming green once again. So as you drop your boots, scarf, and switch your big, puffy jacket for a simple jean one, stop and observe the world around you. This is a period of growth and new beginnings. So, go ahead, and smell the roses. Summer will be here not before long.

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

Decaying flower husks hold the memory of beauty in enduring stems. She carries herself with the same rusting spine and her skin hangs as fragile as summer last mournful bloom.