Seasons out of Order

They wait for bright sunshine

And the welcome warmth of summer,

Walking in the early morning 

With their dog that reads the brush and weeds.

While living with cold winter,

Now bleak, wet, and long,

Where the surface of the pristine snow

Shows the pawprints of their zooming dog.

This leads to happy spring 

With random bulbs sprouting anywhere 

That the squirrels saw fit to move them 

And a pile of dirt that the dog must dig in.

After summer comes autumn 

With cool air brisk as hard cider

The vibrant colors surpassing all others

And their dog let out in the middle of the night, just for fun…

Sure hope she doesn't get skunked!