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!