Leaves Covered With Snow

The sycamores have dropped their leaves
(at least those that will let go)
others hang tightly to their perch hoping for the best
no hope
they will release themselves soon

I worried that the weather changes would catch them
clinging tightly to their branches
and with weighing snow break the branches

but they fell
just as God intended them too. And now
I can rake them up.
Gather them into neat little mounds before the first snow

Each event happens in time
as it should
as it is planned
except for life

Life changes too,
but not when it should
not when it's meant too and certaintly not
when I want it too

I found you when I was young
and meant to grow old with your help
but you left me
clinging tightly and hoping for the best
no hope

I wish I could rake the pieces into mounds
neat little mountains that could be bagged
and thrown out for the trash
but there's too many bits scattered
blowing in the wind
swirling in confusion

Each event happens in time
as it should
as it is planned
except for you leaving me
and leaves that are now covered in snow