Sonnet No. 42

[August 23^rd, 2013 – 6:24 am]

Oh my boy, the autumn seems to come on,

With each day a little less light than last,

While a bit more bleakness greets every dawn,

Whose grayness tries to say summer is past.

But the days themselves are bright and sunny -

I have you and your smile to keep me up,

And although it might sound somewhat funny,

With you my day also seems to windup.

The sunsets come sooner with their chill,

And inch-by-inch the day is given to night

To longer make my sleep and dreams until

I once again can behold you in my sight.