Summer is suffocating.
The trees constrict the winds,
The corn encroaches upon
My space,
My roads,
My sight. 
Humidity muffles my lungs,
Enveloping me in moisture.

I grow weary of Summer. 
Alas, it persists--unforgiving.

Autumn is abounding, full.
The painted trees color the air.
The fields deplete, I can see
For miles,
For ages,
Crisp sky embraces my breath,
Coaxing, enticing, me outdoors. 

I am longing for Autumn,
Alas, it hides--unforgiving.