He slips in while the trees still have their leaves.

In fact, you might still be dressed in short sleeves.

Where green and lush abound, there’ll soon be on the ground

great piles of nature’s discards and pet peeves.

The temperatures he’ll drop down by degrees

might, by his exit, hint at the first freeze,

necessitating coat, at which point he may gloat,

and even float a few flakes on the breeze.

He’ll bring a questionable holiday.

Columbus was a hero in no way.

He’ll leave at Halloween. Cold weather is his scene,

a hint of winter’s hell you’ll have to pay.