Not summer nor winter,
but stuck inbetween.
When leaves turn to orange,
from their previous green.
The night creeps up behind us,
and scares us to bed.
Not like the summer evenings,
that we are used to instead.
The cold ebbs into our lives,
and grabs with both hands.
Forcing the breath out of us,
were not great fans.
Then the first frost comes,
then more in their droves.
Forcing us to put on,
more appropriate clothes.
Which brings on the surge,
of hats, gloves- not forgetting the scarf.
So after a chilly day at school,
we come in to a nice hot bath.
The annual cold strikes vengance,
and gets its' revenge.
On its helpless victims,
sick for days on end.
But when it's all said and done,
I love autumn this way.
It's my favourite season,
and that's the way it'll stay.
