#changeofseasons

[rayoriens]

Reflections, of once a gang leader, and a god 🪞

[rosemarydanielis]

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Who is left to decorate the meadow in December? Only the darling wildflower. The first to rise in spring, one of the few to survive summer drought and the last one standing in autumn! My gosh you go undervalued for all your heroics Never fear, sweet wild beauty, you’ll not be forgotten or overlooked. You are the poetry my eyes crave all year round.

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[iamoppo]

Sure… I’ll take it. 
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[ryangreenart]

#snowman #bunnies #bird #worms #changeofseasons #babycarrotnose #tearsofdogpiss #happyfestiveart #fueledbytea #itsbobatime #burbank #ipadpro #procreate (at Boba Time) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5ggp6BAiY8/?igshid=1p352598eqtpe

[lopojo]

🍁🍂 First Day of Autumn. (Art by @blessingmanifesting). #theseareafewofmyfavoritethings #autumn #changeofseasons #art # illustration #happyfallyall (at Burbank, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2x_qwFlFZa/?igshid=1jf9m77fnuurh

[keywestpottery]

Deep night bass rattles from a May graduates’ hoopty fade into the morning’s rolling thunder— hot creepin in— change to a lower gear. We are just riding so slow, pearlin’ really, bringing some ease back to the lab. Smelling the salt and seeing the color. Gazing into the abstract of summer. #changeofseasons #keywestpottery @keywestpottery (at Key West Pottery)

[thedirtmag]

What do you like best about autumn? . . . #autumn #fallequinox #seasonsinbalance #fall #changeofseasons#thedirtonorganicgardening (at Pasadena, California)

[rayoriens]

A series of art i haven't posted here yet because i want to write something about them

Through the year, spring is usually described as the best season. Around March and April, it's when the clouds shower the earth and wash away the dust in the atmosphere, as well as the burden on our shoulders.

However for Horace, he still feels so heavy inside his chest when they seek for shelter amid the drizzle. There is a line between the two, but the thought of one day he will regret not crossing it floods his mind.

The rain not only gives life to the surrounding plants, but also waters the seed that has just sprouted inside Horace.

Maybe pushing it a bit won't hurt, or so he thought.