Why compare thee to a summer’s day,
when an autumn's sunset is more fitting?
When her tender warmth brightens the grey
clouds that are too comfortable with settling?

When she is rich skies kissing cold waters gold,
a moment under her is worth the coming winter.
If autumn has a price, consider me sold,
because I offer my complete devotion to her.

Like a sunflower, I will look up in awe,
and attempt to caress her like Icarus.
I’d gracefully accept the fall,
if only to gaze once upon her radiance.

When I awaken frigid and lonely,
I will be soothed by the autumn morning.