gods and dogs of colder climes

i wonder:

will i tire of sleeveless all-year-rounds?
of bathing suits and endless tans?
of bright-green grass and sandy toes?
of uncertain, unplanned in-betweens?

should i yet yearn for bulky pelt
of knitted wool ‘round arms and neck
i’ll drive for half-a-day (or less)
from flat wetlands to tree’ed mounts

and, maybe, i will bring a god
of fiery beard and iceberg eyes
to join my well-furred dog and me
to hike within the fallen leaves

Quarter Crazy Marathon 2021 – Q3
September 18, 2021 9am-9pm

Prompt 4:

Write a poem about summer turning into fall