Pedals in the Snow

Pedals of a flower nearing the end of its season
are released and drop as offerings
no longer needed for their aesthetics
though not left unnoticed,
for the soil is thankful
the earth shall give birth anew.

This is not unlike the sacrifice
when youth is no longer the face,
the color of thy hair shall shade of gray
and strength of legs now give way,
they no longer run like wind and jump so high
these youthful things are given up as offerings
and in their place is left a space
for gentle memories of seasons past

Change of seasons come and pass
as sun to rain, the night to day
like colors of the fall and Winters snow
one departs when the other calls
for the other to come forth and play