Cyclical

Here we go ‘round again

Another year is falling

Gone are those hazy days of

Cicada buzz-drone calling

Summer urgings slower now

Grown cooler with its passing

Time to stoke our fires anew

As autumn comes a-sassing

Playfully dancing on the breeze

Bright leaves go a-tumbling

Soon enough we’ll see white stuff

And grab our shovels, grumbling

We’ll cuddle up beside the fire

And drink some nice hot toddies

Until the spring reveals new green

And us, our pasty bodies