That time of the year

I see from my bed
Through the window
Trees are starting to shed
And soon the cold wind will blow
Autumn is here.

A leaf wanders through the air
Swayed by the cool breeze
Nonchalantly, it leaves the branches bare
And settles on my bed with ease
I know, winter is near.

Summer took away the heat
and the passion's gone as well
I twist and turn and bleat
"Oh dear!" I dwell.

"It is that time of the year."