Summer to Fall

I would not trade

The heat of the sun

For the onset of snow

‘Til Fall's come and gone

When summer is over

So is the basking

The unending lounging

Is gone without asking

Come and go seasons

We learn to accept

Handling transition

Earns this city respect

Time after time

We endure such extremes

From hot to ice cold

Lacks nuance it seems

But we are good natured

With a leaning to gripe

We welcome the Fall

When tree fruit is ripe

Lucky are we

That Fall is beloved

And we look forward to

A wool hat and glove

Yes, we love sun

And all of its pleasure

Still gold tones of Autumn

Are as prized as pure treasure!