Oh cruel autumn

What do you call this again?
The best time of the year,
When things die and winter is near.
Id barely agree that this could be,
The best time of the year for me.
After Summer ends and Fall begins,
With random cold days and bitter winds.
Just enough to annoy ,
But still look as though its coy.
Oh cruel autumn,
Go away,
Just bring along winters shiver instead,
And stop tricking my simple head.
The colors are spectacular thats true,
But the warm and cold together makes me blue.
So if my favorite summer cannot be,
Please go ahead and bring winter to me.