Yesterday it rained and clouded and there was a sweaty chill. Today the sun warms my back and the dogs play like today was spring instead of autumn. Mad weather here. The second stanza is beautifully crafted. The third weaker, "Birds flee to where they're wanted" sounds a little clumsy to my ear, not quite in step with the rest of the poem. The last stanza nicely mixes optimism and pessimism.