Summer’s Crown XIV

The final piece of the series becomes a culmination of radiance: the crown fully worn, the bloom fully lived. Its warmth lingers, offering solace in knowing that even as petals fall, the essence remains eternal. The photograph is both tribute and farewell — a reminder that every crown of summer is passed to the next season, a link in the everlasting chain. As T.S. Eliot wrote in Four Quartets: “What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning.”