The acrid smell of rotting leaves hits my nostrils
as the snow thaws and reveals the remnants of Fall;
fertilizer for new life as Springtime approaches.
Waiting for color to return, invigorating,
but ever knowing that green will turn to brown,
and the cold of winter will come yet again.

Posted/Updated on January 30th, 2019
Originally published on April 4th, 2017

From 2017. Was thinking about this one on this day of "historic" cold and thought to add it to the site. Another one of my favorites.