Autumn

Winter is cold,
it numbs my toes
and Spring is simply too wet
The summer heat
is blistering hot,
leaving me sweaty, a slave to fret

There's only one time
that sparks my fancy,
a colorful bouquet in the trees
A season of thanks,
pumpkins and sweaters,
bidding 'adieu' to the bees

When the wind is soft,
its a familiar friend,
cooling the nape of your neck
And where every tree
is a fiery display,
its annual retirement cheque

But when the trees get thinner,
and the nights are colder
and our moment has come to end
I'll snivel at March,
break the heart of June,
and remain true, forever, my friend