My Sweaters Hang and Wait

In Europe, they call it Autumn In America, they call it Fall I’m looking for it, “Hum” … But it’s not here at all! The leaves are hanging on And plenty are still green Feels like Summer is not gone Like nothing I’ve ever seen! Yesterday was eighty-six Today will be eighty-two The climate’s playing tricks And I don’t know what to do! My sweaters hang and wait While short sleeve tops abound My clothes know not their fate When no balance can be found! What have we done my friend Is this our planets way Will pollution ever end? Or is it here to stay! Whether you call it Autumn Or maybe you call it Fall We pray cool air will come With our luck, twill be snowfall!