"Fall in My Backyard"

Fall in My Backyard

The elephant ears were 7 foot tall;

they stood to defy the arrival of fall.

But now they don’t seem so tall at all

as they await the coming of winter.

The magnolia tree with its blossoms white;

is fading away with summer’s light.

She’ll be back next year; to my delight;

after the cold days of winter.

The little flowers that fill the bed;

the chill in the air is something they dread.

There’ll be something else comes spring in their stead,

after the passing of winter.

We are young, the cycle’s old;

this wandering from heat to cold;

around a sun of shining gold,

into the grips of winter.

What is this loss I seem to feel;

when the sun begins to peel

the veneer of warmth which felt so real,

Laying us bare to winter?