Hello Autumn

Your grey overcoat brings little cheer,

but hello autumn, I have nothing to fear.

The sun still shines, the birds still sing,

but walking requires extra layers within.

Yearling leaves find the dance too heavy,

layering for a mud wrapped hiking levy.

Sunbrellas make way for stoves and smoke,

White, brown and blue, wood or coke?

Hello autumn, I’ve nothing to fear,

just a passing station before the Christmas cheer.