Before the Snows Come
Before the snows come.
I am springtime
a blossoming tree.
Covered in fragrant flowers.
You breathe your needs on me.
My beauty is yours
It bathes your sorrows
with its bloom.
Then you leave me
And my petals fall in
pools of heartache.
Now you return
All my sweet fruits
have been taken.
Only the dark
green leaves remain.
Now turning gold
at your majestic touch.
I blaze for you in reds
and burnished ambers.
It is all I have left to give you.
Before they to
fall to the earth
and once again
you will leave me
before the snows come.
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