Late Fall

I can't stand this time of year
all the beautiful, colorful leaves lying on the ground
soaked
wet
smoshed
stepped on
thrown around by the wind
Now they're nothing but a carpet of death
Soon eaten by worms
Soon absorbed by the ground
Soon to be forgotten
Soon to be the past
Nothing

They will never be nothing to me
I will always remember them
their glowing colors shining in the sun as they danced between my feet
I will always remember their beauty - their glow
I will always mourn their death