Ocalian Autumn

There comes a day in all Septembers, 
Wherein Ocala fair remembers,
The beauty her visage will bear,
When Autumn winds excite the air.

But then Ol' Summer comes again,
And reestablishes his reign:
He melts our ice cream, crocs, and tires,
Till graceful Fall the the crown acquires.

The hellish, humid heat gives way,
A gentler warmth imbues the day;
The sunlight gains a golden hue,
Which makes the fading leaves look new.

Ripe acorns fall abundantly,
And squirrels grow fatter tree by tree;
We rake the pine straw into heaps,
Awaiting eager little leaps. 

Costume pieces are collected,
Last years jeans are resurrected;
Kids count days till Trick-or-Treating,
Tractor rides and turkey eating.

One fateful day a chilly breeze,
Will makes us shiver, sniff, and sneeze,
But till it comes the world is ours,
Soothed by Autumn's calming powers.