I never valued my life until now
Three and a half decades of autumn
Withering
Waiting for the freeze
Not wanting to leave, but accepting it would happen
Soft crunches and mist
I found the solitude peaceful
I loved fall
I still do
But now it feels too cool
Stinging my face
I turn the other way
Hoping to catch a glimpse of spring
Sprouting and hatching
Eager for new life
Knowing it will get here in it’s own sweet time