Autumn comes, Summer goes,
Spinning up and down the drive
In old, fresh-painted clothes.
Trees fling naked gradually
As squirrels leap—surprise!
Gradually the temps decrease
To snowflakes in our eyes.
Autumn comes, Summer goes,
Spinning up and down the drive
In old, fresh-painted clothes.
Trees fling naked gradually
As squirrels leap—surprise!
Gradually the temps decrease
To snowflakes in our eyes.