An autumn day,
And here I lay,
Confused by the weather,
So here I stay.
Leaves begin to fall,
Kids go back to school,
The summer is suddenly over,
Dropped away like the white cliffs of Dover.
Into a sea of memories fond,
Quickly that sea becomes a pond,
As it dries up and winter crawls in,
I patiently wait for the yuletide to begin.