Leaf

I met you in the winter.
You were barren.
Cold and scared looking.

I was so excited for spring.
You grew and looked so healthy.
Home for so many of my feathery friends.
 

Summer came.
Shade for my garden.

Autumn approached.
You turned golden, burnt orange, ravishing red.
I suddenly remembered last winter.

Oh shit.
You're crapping leaves all over my yard.
Faster than I can rake.

Silly tree.