Autumn is finally here at last.
One might think the humid days were now passed. Take February, the end of summer, sweaty and hot,
One might think Mother Nature had lost the plot, As forward into Autumn we go, Dreaming of cool days, of winter and snow.
At last March arrives but we’re still hot and sweaty With thirty-nine degrees and high humidity.
And you see on the news, the UK has some snow
And the temperature is several degrees below.
And you drag through March, unmotivated and tired You look at the forecast but you’re not inspired. When along comes April the first, Easter Sunday this year. You look out the window, the sky is sunny and clear.
You were hoping for a day all cloudy and cool
But no, it is clear you’re the April Fool.
The Easter bunny placed his eggs round the yard They started off oval shaped and hard.
Then the kids arrived, gave a squeal of delight
As their eyes feasted on the colourful sight.
At last the Easter egg hunt had begun,
But not before chocolate squished and melted in the sun. The kids didn’t care, as their mouths turned brown
And their parents looked on and smile turned to frown They kept saying, ‘That’s the last, don’t eat any more. How many have you had? Two? No, I counted four.’ Then the days march on and it’s cool at last,
You wake up refreshed now that summer has passed. You stick your nose out the door and what do you smell You smell Autumn, you breathe deep, and your heart starts to swell. You go for a walk and the colours delight,
As you take in the wondrous and beautiful sight.
The leaves start to fall and underfoot they crunch On impulse you bend down and throw up a bunch.
The kids throw themselves down and you cover them in leaves They get bits in their hair and they stick on their sleeves. They collect spikey balls, they show off and boast
And carefully count them to see who has most.
By the time it is May, there’s a chill in the air,
You just throw on a coat, you don’t really care. You’re alive, you have energy and you’re feeling just fine, But that wind has a bite, you think it’s a sign
That winter is near with its weather quite cold
And your bones start to ache and you’re feeling quite old. So you cling on to the last rays of warmth from the sun.
It’s time to hibernate, for Autumn is done.