Golden trees of many a hue
Crisp cold mornings, skys so blue
Awake, awake oh winters frost
Pretending now that summers lost
The wind is up, to quite a squall
As summer transitions to into fall.
Not over yet, it’s only near
We’re hardly through another year
September comes, October goes
We long so much for winter snows
Soon be Christmas the elves all say
Best prepare old Santa’s sleigh.
Then Christmas comes, and then it’s gone
To the old, old year we say, “so long”
As new year comes and new year goes
It’s then the frost will bite our toes
Then winter changes into spring
We wonder what this summer’ll bring.
©joseph r mason 2020