The summer’s almost gone, already missed,

and waking in her place the autumn grieves

her sister, though they cannot coexist

where russet and burnt ochre bleed the leaves.

 

Yet in their rigid, regimented ranks,

a growing hesitation brings unease;

whose turn is next they ask, as nature’s pranks

reveal the winter sun and summer freeze.

 

The seasons’ schedule raises such concern,

as hurricanes increase and ice-caps thaw;

and through this change, it’s no surprise to learn

our negligence will bite us, tooth and claw.

 

We’ll bear the blame for everything we’ve lost,

while future generations bear the cost.