Seasons

Suntans fade like sunsets do
As summer turns to Autumn new
Green, to red, to orange, to ground
Leaves have made another round

Latitude does change the time
Of when the seasons do arrive
Northerens make the switch of course
While southern states are still in shorts

But everyone is looking forward
Whether north, south, young or old
For first time where the sun less burns
When the temperature has truly turned

And logs are placed in box of iron
Or perhaps outside it is they’re firin’
Rest assured their keeper’s know
How flames can calm an anxious soul

Windswept fields of barren white
Look majestic in dark night
Don’t have that in the south so much
But sometimes we get a touch

Seasons come, and seasons go
But there is something that we all know
Even when the air is cold
With my friends I’m never old