Go summer, come autumn

Days too long for the sun to bite still hard, All trees bring forth leaves that are mostly green, Different hues are what summer fails to preen, With grace, yet with force, summer's hands bombard. Rain may catch even the prepared off guard, Its runoff sweeps paved roads fresh, clear and clean, Its grains and pebbles make the oceans glean, Yet it lets wild weeds grow in each farmyard. Longer night, fall, I beg of you to bring, With coolness that summer deprived me of, So on my bed I can sleep like a king, And turn it into a playground for love, Where our love and our affection can sing, As we playfully embrace, push, and shove.