Yellow to green, skip red, then on to brown

Nothing seems to work right in this town!

Seasons come and go, then come again

And as the leaves on the trees begin to look thin

They are revived, a second, third and fourth fall

Will winter ever come? Is this all

A half-hearted, false-started farce?

I myself can’t wait for winter to arrive

A dead earth means allergies also die

Because no one likes sneezing away their days

Lord, let winter come and quick, I pray!

But despite the dead trees and leaves and bugs too

I suppose I’m so quick to accept the new

That I spurn the autumnal heart.

There’s a certain peace, I presume

For a second, restored fall in bloom.

And if Christ deems more life for the leaves

There’s no case my winter-wanting griefs.

A new life for us can extend to trees wrapped in dew

So I’ll bid adieu to the hope of winter anew

And rejoice for fall’s renewed start!