…but if it’s alright, could we press “pause” on winter?

Thank you, Lord, for autumn’s charms,
Golden hues and sweatered arms,
For falling leaves and pumpkin spice,
But could we linger just a slice?

For though I know each season’s right—
A gift to see, a work in sight—
That frosty chill, the snowflake’s call,
I’m not quite ready yet at all!

Winter’s white is beautiful, true,
A marvel draped in icy hue,
But maybe give me one more week,
Where skies stay clear, no snowflake peek!

So here I stand in warm denial,
In boots that will stay dry awhile.
Lord, seasons turn, I know it’s wise,
But for now, I’ll just close my eyes.