The sun will eventually come today
Though it’s hidden behind the morning fog.
Somehow those rays of light will find a way
To tear it to tiny bits like a dog.
It will take away the cold autumn chill
To give us remembrance of summer.
When the daytime breeze gives us a small thrill,
It is now nothing more than a bummer
Portending for us the call of winter.
We can just pretend that it is the spring
Where we’re to the sun, only a renter
Of the fall’s warmth it is willing to bring.
We will soon have to batten down our doors,
So we should take what the autumn implores.
John Collings 