They were tired too, you know. Winter never needed them anyways. Summer fed them as they crawled from the branches. Reached their stems towards the sunlight without ever looking back because they knew it was all they needed. Felt October creep up with a sullen look. They knew it was time- felt it in their stems as their edges began to fray. Their colors screamed loudly and everyone stared in awe. They made it look like fire with no intention of burning down the roots from which they came. And when the frost made its way through the town, they took their final bow and made letting go look so fucking beautiful. The season collided with the foliage and made a truce. In some ways they’re gone for good- but in other ways they crawled back to the earth to wait for another lifetime to bloom. AMT ©️