Sonnet 73B

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When scarlet leaves precede that Halloween

And chill winds force retreats to fuzzy folds,

Bare skin hiding behind warm denim jeans;

When kids seek treats using horrified masks

And turkeys fry among potatoes, jams, and pie,

Red-clad Santa giving those things for asked

And flying kisses at the yearly good-bye–

‘Tis then I feel an innate happiness

And a child-like joy I must confess. 

Thou’ll find in my eyes fire burning bright

To match the fire-light of the star-lit night. 

All other seasons I must face with gall,

But peaceful calm will always be in the fall.