Fall's Peaceable Kingdom

Like sheep peacefully meandering
in a great blue pasture, the 
vast vault of the sky is crowded
with a host of scalloped, fluffed
herds of white clouds nibbling
the surrounding blue.  In this
peaceable kingdom, the 
benevolent lion of a sun reclines
in its lair beaming warmth and
content over the complacent world;
not even a hint of a solar wind to
impinge on the insular silence,
roaring below the discontent of
an agitated sovereign, king of all
it surveys; that scenario is best left
to the oncoming winter equinox.