An Autumnal Sonnet Poem by DM W

In this season of memories,
Dreams unravel their strange secrets.
All's a haze of gold, brown and green
Between the sunrise and sunset.
In dreams I see myself fading
Like a trembling, withered flower.
All the sweet birds no longer sing
Of summer's melodic hours.
I cry out in the cold, October dawn.
Then watch the clouds as they drift by
And the fragile leaves as they fall.
Light no longer glints in my eyes.
Life's subtle glories are too brief.
Time deceives. It is a cruel thief.