I watch the warm July days slide away:
See summer slipping down the calendar.
The sun will shine in August, I am sure;
Can only hope for same in fall's September.
October will have cold days with the warm.
November can be fretful and forlorn.
We'll have three months of winter then for sure
Before the gifts of March's spring are born.
Spring, Summer, Fall of my long life are gone.
Only cold Winter left to carry on.