Though I watch seasons change as days go by,

I bask in fall’s heartbreak colors as now

Even the misty sky calls for one’s sigh

Yet some people make me wonder just “how?”

How can ignoring a month be allowed?

A blanket of leaves still covers the bottom.

Their Christmas lights are bright, the tree stands proud,

How can they expect winter in autumn?

Unfortunately, they just cannot wait,

Cursing time’s passing, complaining, “it’s slow!”

Sure, their patience is worn thin at this rate,

Yes, sometimes I share their wishes for snow.

But with their joy, I only remember, 

Someone has to tell them it’s November!