Autumn did arrive today
with nary a word to say
No, it came boorishly crashing
our party of summer fashion
Demanding without irony
we submit to its industry
In showing up two months too soon
swapping shorts for woolen cocoons
And bare chests for swaddling clothes
sunburn for a runny red nose
The weather 'round here sure is fickle
our summer ade is an icicle
Tomorrow it will turn again
soaking us all in springtime rain.