Sad Autumn, Happy Autumn

If a frosty star
Sips a drop of joy,
Will he flicker brightly
While the cooling cloys?

Or might the morph
From lord to queen
Force a position
And warp him green?

For this, no answer.
The sky is mute.
The beams' dilations
Spangle and toot.

Painting is 'Night With Stars' by Van Gogh