the trees have been attacked
fall leaving fresh bruises
of red and brown and yellow.

they start to lose their hair
beautiful pain across the earth
illuminating the streets with color
and the spectacle of watching
something fall.

the winter comes
and they stand there naked
shivering in the wind
stripped of everything
but their ability to endure
and dance.

after winter, spring always comes
butterfly kisses upon
the healing earth.
we sprout green and beautiful
being cradled in the arms
of comfort and love and i'm sorrys.

the summer of heated arguments upon us
she looks down and cries.
we've been down this road before
we know where it goes.
to fall and fresh bruises
lost hair and spring wishes
that everything would just stop

if she could only leave him
perhaps the fall wouldn’t make her cry
but she is lost in the cycle of seasons
addicted to the love after the pain
and the hope of a brighter day.