Autumn again

Waxing poetic.

Life has it's seasons and so do the trees.

I watched the fallen leaves chase each other,
like a children's game of tag,
across the lawn.
Realizing another season of life
is gone.
Tearfully looking back,
at was and was meant to be,
Not able to reap that,
which was painstakingly sown.

With death life springs anew,
as does hope,
a new day dawns,
I know I should count the plenty,
not the few.

Saplings sprout form the root,
grow and reach,
I shade and protect,
Offer strength and love,
Will always observe from above.

Soon the snows and frost
will accost
and we will hibernate
waiting silent.

then one spring day.........................