Fall sadness

When the leaves descend in fall it reminds me of someone.
First so vibrant on the tree then golden and crisp-like the cereal-falling to the ground.
Like something slipping out of my hand-forever-falling, tumbling, whirling to the ground in sadness.
In despair.
In agony.
The tree in vain wishes it to be spring again, when the leaves were so fresh on it's branches-a connection so tender, so young, so sweet.
Or the tree wishes it to be summer-happy, frolicking, the good times are about to arrive.
Then something happens.
The atmosphere gets cold and icy. Brutus descends towards Cesear-and sadness ensues.
Then winter happens-you try, as best you can, to survive in the coldest weather on the earth.
And I'm waiting for the spring again.
I'm waiting for someone......