Seasonal Depression

I've lived here for a year 

In this place 

 I haven't gotten to know 

The summer sun 

Has brought me comfort

Giving me a glimpse of home

The green on the trees

Are more familiar to me

In this new space 

But the season is changing 

Our mornings are cold

Like winter back home

The green leaves

Are slowly turning red

And falling to the earth 

My time of this comfort 

Will end soon

I'm sure

This is not what they meant

When they defined 

Seasonal depression