seasons (change)

With the tip tap tapping of the rain
Come fall leaves
falling down again
in amber hues
rain soaked mud tracked boots
grey clouds hide the sun that only days ago rushed to kiss you
at the door
as you walk down the steps to puddled concrete
Tree Limbs hung low
swaying gently in the wind bending
reminding us of summers ending
in slow deaths of a thousand crumbling
leaves
as
seasons change