To shun it are abounding, for the mild
Of winter weakens us when faced with cold,
Expecting it to suit us, like a child,
As if to human wishes climates mold.
Endemic plants cannot hope to compete
With foreign trees and irrigated lawns,
Which means that autumn isn’t obsolete-
Merely that in an instant it is gone.
When fall’s bright fifteen minutes have been spent,
Then comes our frosty hour of discontent.