A Fire

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Sunset on the first cold day of autumn.
With the autumn cold comes less daylight hours.
A sinking suns rays, skimming sky’s bottom.
Past seasons ghost haunts, Beast of time devours.

Smell decomposing freshly fallen leaves.
A second not wasted before the freeze.
Nature, flittering back and forth, achieves,
Efficiency that beats mankind’s with ease.

Toss another log into the fires glare.
The warmth envelopes my autumn cocoon.
Take off boots, sit in comfortable chair.
Relaxed, so at ease, I could sing a tune.

Stare at the flames. Hear the hiss and crackles.
Are demons screaming to release shackles?