Flirting with Fall

Knee socks and a sweater one cool autumn morn;

The next dawns so hot that flip-flops must be worn.

Goodbye to thin blankets -- we need the duvet! --

Then we're sleeping on top of it by the next day.

We dream of hot cider (we froze some last year)

Once thawed, it's so warm we decide on a beer.

An evening outside: no bugs, just a breeze,

Till the cold front swoops in and our bare fingers freeze.

Playing Musical Layers is no fun at all,

But it's just one more day when you're flirting with fall!