It's time for all bits of summer to go away - the fireflies have retreated from dusk, and the bubbles no longer flit away and gleam under the sunlight.
The leaves are turning and falling, the air's cold (and not as crisp as it should be but really terribly cold) and probably signalling an early winter.
It's time to say goodbye to the raspberries on the bush, as they cling to a season past.
A lone brown leaf begins the passage to the earth, the first to go amongst his brothers among the raspberries that will no longer turn red.
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