A Sonnet of Red and Gold

A kind, lowly lamplighter pays his dues
Can an artist truly capture its life?
Brushstroke on brushstroke, tiny bit and strife
Many a blue bird the season confuse
Although the lovely green it may just lose
Golden leaves pave way to an afterlife
Ruby red streaks through the air like a knife
The season for rich and delicious stews
Autumn by some and Fall by another
The season for pumpkins, and pie, and love
A quilt of colours for the next winter
The branches begin to break an splinter
Now is the time to dig out your warm glove
Now is the time for leaves from a printer