Winter Comes and With it, Rain

 Its only spring now,
 but I’ve seen the fall leaves
 as they tumble down branches,
 giving their all to slow
 their gentle descent.

How the spring mocks fall.
 “Leaves have no place on dirt!”
 They are the pride of the tree.
 After all, the tree displays
 all her leaves to the sky.
  
 But the fall has no say;
 Her leaves must fall to earth
 as every fall has done 
 since their leaves first sprouted
 in the warmth of spring.
  
 And fall sees winter
 quickly approach her.
 A cool rain drenches the dirt, 
 but her leaves still drop down
 to that frigid ground.
  
 She sees it nearer,
 upon her own doorstep.
 And with the rain now passed,
 fall gives her last sunshine
 to warm the cold ground.
  
 That the fall’s last leaves 
 might find the sun’s warmth there. 
 And as winter comes,
 so does the spring.