Riotous Seasons.

Someone's hidden Summer,
She's gone without a trace,
Also Spring's gone AWOL,
She hasn't shown her face...

I'm thinking that it's Autumn,
Always making trouble,
And when he teams with Winter,
Then we know the mischief's double!

They've locked the girls away for now,
It's time for cold and ice,
Time for plumes of foggy breath,
Mulled wine; and Autumn's spice.

But even though they're hiding,
Miss Summer and Miss Spring,
There's still a hint of sunny warmth,
And summer-birds still sing!

No one quite can quell them,
The warmer times of day,
But we must wait much later,
For the girls to have their say.