Seasons end

Curse the cold is the eco in my throat
Nature's motto seems to be in with the new out with the old
I'm drenched in night too early
Too soon
The sun shrinks in size  
Sends me shivering
I step on leaves crumbling
Leaves that were so carefully crafted, fully arrayed on trees a month ago
Nature let's them go to the winds
Icy mornings, frozen in motion
I creep about
Hiding from the outpouring of rain
Nature's in mourning
For it's beauty draining, crumbling, drowning, freezing, Browning
Am I but a blue myth  
In nature's story tale?