The trees change to colors, from summer green in the fall.
If one were to topple over, would you hear it at all?
The weather turns brisk and summer nights get shorter
As we transition into fall, no more 2 A.M pizza on the corner.
The college students and foreigners return to their lifestyle
While the graduates and locals enjoy their own space for a while.
As the mild fall nights seem to fold quickly into winter,
Arrives the frozen blankets of snow as the lips begin to splinter.
As the snow piles up, and firewood stacks begin to dwindle
You can see on Christmas morning when the fires of love rekindles.
Through the bay window, the couple snuggled up, smile on the kids’ face
Tinsel, wrapping paper and presents, strewn all over the place.
But as Santa arrives on Christmas eve and disappears deeply into the night
as does the cold winter transform into the bright spring light
As baseball arrives, the smell of fresh cut grass is prevalent
Makes everyone forget all of the snow that came and went
As the temperature begins to rise, so does the anticipation of summer heat
The kids nearly out of school, as it comes to a close they can’t sit in their seat.
But this comes to an end faster than each of the other seasons
with fireworks, restaurants, and spending money without reason.
Summer flings, bar crawls, and over-crowded beaches
It feels like it will never end, as the hangover preaches.
Three months feel like one long day,
As the summer nights begin to fade away,
Back to where this poem started it all,
With the green of the trees morphing into the colors of fall.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
The trees change to colors, from summer green in the fall.
If one were to topple over, would you hear it at all?
The weather turns brisk and summer nights get shorter
As we transition into fall, no more 2 A.M pizza on the corner.
The college students and foreigners return to their lifestyle
While the graduates and locals enjoy their own space for a while.
As the mild fall nights seem to fold quickly into winter,
Arrives the frozen blankets of snow as the lips begin to splinter.
As the snow piles up, and firewood stacks begin to dwindle
You can see on Christmas morning when the fires of love rekindles.
Through the bay window, the couple snuggled up, smile on the kids’ face
Tinsel, wrapping paper and presents, strewn all over the place.
But as Santa arrives on Christmas eve and disappears deeply into the night
as does the cold winter transform into the bright spring light
As baseball arrives, the smell of fresh cut grass is prevalent
Makes everyone forget all of the snow that came and went
As the temperature begins to rise, so does the anticipation of summer heat
The kids nearly out of school, as it comes to a close they can’t sit in their seat.
But this comes to an end faster than each of the other seasons
with fireworks, restaurants, and spending money without reason.
Summer flings, bar crawls, and over-crowded beaches
It feels like it will never end, as the hangover preaches.
Three months feel like one long day,
As the summer nights begin to fade away,
Back to where this poem started it all,
With the green of the trees morphing into the colors of fall.