Couple's poem- August

It's been but a week
My how you've changed
With their stems as nooses
Your leaves hang deceased

A curtain of burning leaves setting fire to the earth's green palette
Orange, yellow, browns and reds
All seems to shroud and canopy
In the months to come
Green will be but a memory

All the colors of immaculate beauty will be drenched in an ocular synapse of white
Blinding the eyes of the innocent
Painting our skin with the tone of death

Chills will flourish with a blizzard like rage as the creatures and trees seek nourishment as the sun seems to hibernate
We slither into our caves for warmth
Seeking shelter from the bearing of winter
Aside a flame keeping us from insanity
Bringing back the recognition of the season before
The vivid colors of fall now keep us alive
Tread not, on the blunt brisk breeze that winter exhales shortly after being conceived. Witness the change around you. Appreciate breathing and seeing.  Keep your heart and soul warm, always.  Because goosebumps care not of the seasons.

The seasons change as we do all
Adapt to nature and it will reciprocate
As of now I lay on the roots below a tree given life and appreciate it's stature
Her roots sense my warmth embracing the lasting moments I am here
As do I for nature and all that inhabit it