|A Christmas Wreath|
The summer insects' artistry magically appeared on the weathered grey fence canvases.
Everywhere I turned, another circle appeared.
The light shown shyly through the newly revealed circles of time.
Colours long since gone unnoticed, unveiled their hues.
December first was positively kissed by Jack Frost.
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