Autumn has not yet come.
Yet the sun shines
On dry leaves.
I find in my mind
That Autumn has come
And my leaves
Have Turned to grey.
But I am still here
In this fading year
Though my May
Has long since run away.
We go through birth.
Then, like leaves
We feed the earth.
But before we fall
We enjoy the bird’s call.
Though none can outrun
The setting sun.
K Morris - Poet 
Deep thoughts, but there is hope for next summer. Best wishes, Michael
Indeed, Michael. Many thanks for commenting.
You certainly can’t. But autumn can be sunny and beautiful too.
Indeed it can, Esther. Autumn is, on balance probably my favourite season.
Mine too 😊
That’s interesting and good to know, Esther.
Lovely.