Melancholy autumn rain.
Nature weeps as color takes its leave,
once golden amber, streaked through brown.
Droplets cling momentarily,
cleave to hawthorne crimson berries.
Lover’s farewell kiss.
Photo taken outside our Boston high-rise yesterday. Coincidentally, our building is called Hawthorne Place and yes, this is a hawthorne tree after the morning’s rain.
This is just gorgeous Lillian. Fall is just getting started down here. Are the Hawthorne berries edible?
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Thank you, Toni! Edible for critters only. 😊
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I see. Well at least the critters get in on these beautiful berries!
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Beautiful photo and words.
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