Boats bob in the harbor
bidding adieu to the balmy days of summer
with all its pretty baubles, bangles and beads,
and boisterous weekdays;
believing that Fall, boasting brash fiery colors,
and brisk morning walks, comes soon
surely to be followed by winter’s belligerent blustery winds.
“Boo hoo!” bawl the boats.
As do we all.