T’was barely three weeks
We welcomed September
The fall has been lovely
It’s one we’ll remember
But a chill has set in
That I feel in my bones
The morning air carries
The ring of my moans
With the dawn of each morn
We move further away
From the summer we loved
And those lazy warm days
Towards grey and chilly
Those long months ahead
And temperatures dropping
And snow storms we dread
Two-thirds through September
Makes us down-in-the-mouth
As we envy our neighbours
That live further south
We unpack the woolies
The scarves, hats and mitts
Hope last year’s snow pants
Are found and still fit
But perk up and welcome
The inevitable snow
For there’s no use denying
It’s the way that things go
So as much as we grumble
We all live here for reasons
And for me it’s the pleasure
Of our four distinct seasons!
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