Autumn sonnet

Nature

As an acorn fall Juxtapose to auburn leaves.
A squirrel embarks on a sanguine journey to garner nuts.
He's prepping for his overwinter as he believes.
He amasses a myriad of nuts for the harsh winter nights.
As the sun begins her rest at six in the evening.
The moon scintillates through bare branches to light a benign ground.
Cold winds ossify the air and makes the basal freezing.
It's a cue for the winter season to come around.
Albeit Autumn here and she's picturesque.
Her veil chagrins winter whom by contrast is grotesque.