Sonnet Tribute
Autumn days are hastening to an end,
And the first Frost of Winter shall take hold;
Yet even though the days are short my friend,
And Summer's heat hath fled and it is cold.
The Golden leaves like Golden hours of day,
Seems to fade so soon, and crumble in dust;
Winter Snows and winds, waltz throughout your way,
And keep warm by the fireside you must.
So soon the leaves are fallen to the Ground,
And bleak are the barren trees that look dead;
Friend, thy Kindnesses are known all around,
It is an ornament—Graces thy head.
The Seasons change so quick and often fade,
Make the most of Time, Fam'ly, and Friends made!
~ © Timothy 19 October, 2013~
