Sonnet

I will pause to observe the subtle change of season
Like a burglar in the night knows no fear,
You’re steady like the hand bent on treason,
With patience linger til that time of year.
Smoldering leaves of golden hues announce your
Arrival. Trumpets blare in windy gusts
Like lusty battle with Mars god of war,
Invisible but proud as an emperor’s bust.
Strong grip of ice squeezes green from the trees
Breathe unseen now seen in your chill specter,
With but days you bring nature to its knees.
Life’s yearly funereal, and you it’s rector.
Waltz in from the four corners of the earth
Dance to a song of laughter and much mirth.