Seasons out of tune

The Summer heights
And pure delights
And downpours
Of the rain.

The misty breeze,
The swaying trees
The gales,
That are a pain.

The Sun that shines,
On your washing line,
Has buggered off

The ice cream cone,
Out or at home,
Swapped for a coffee,
Or a main.

It’s Autumn now,
Missed Summer somehow,
No really,
It’s still June.

Seasons are all mixed up,
I wish they’d make their mind up,
And get back,
In to tune.