Each Fall

I watched a leaf fall today.
It landed with a soft sigh.
Summer’s over, I heard it say.
Winter’s cold breath is nigh.

Geese know too as they form a wedge;
Nature’s arrowhead in the sky.
There are colors too, up on the ridge.
I look up and ask God why.

Flowers ready to face the change,
Blooms dried, fat with seed.
Next year’s rebirth has been arranged.
Nature provides for each need.

When snow arrives on icy cold winds,
Giving the bleak earth white cover.
My heart wonders when winter will end,
And my soul thinks only never.

Till summer returns so warm each year,
I am trapped in a lonely place.
That’s what it’s like to die, I fear.
And death is what we all must face.