Let's not talk of snow

Let’s not talk of snow so soon,

While we still have a few full moons.

Summer has just slipped away,

Fall has only begun its stay.

The leaves have not yet turned to flame—

to bright orange and blood red

Heavy blankets still rest in closets,

Where ghost stories are made,

These stories haven’t been served for Halloween yet!

So why don’t you get?

That-

I have yet to wander through a cider farm,

Let me be draped in my summer charms.

Let the lakes lap against the shore,

Let me bathe in sunlight a little more.

The sun hasn’t ended its show—

So why would you summon the snow?

Knock on wood, for the sake of my mood,

Don’t jinx the world to a white neighborhood.