Before the snows come

Before the snow comes.

I am springtime
a blossoming tree.
Covered in fragrant flowers.
You breathe your needs on me.
My beauty is yours
It bathes your sorrows 
with its bloom.
Then you leave me
And my petals fall in
pools of heartache.
Now you return 
All my sweet fruits
have been taken.
Only the dark
 green leaves remain.
Now turning gold
 at your majestic touch.
I blaze for you in reds
 and burnished ambers.
It is all I have left to give you.
Before they to 
fall to the earth
and once again 
you will leave me
before the snows come.