the trees were losing leaves

the weather was just right

even at night

it was a season to make you sneeze

pollen carried by a breeze

don’t let the early darkness give you a fright

whatever you say the wind will write

all the currents come in threes

short sleeve or long

neither would be wrong

“let’s get the long”

it could be cold it could be warm

either way, nothing is torn

this weather is here by sworn