Gem of yellow, oft tied to the sun, celebrated in Autumn, before winter comes.

I rule from your couch without leaving your seat, or mark lonely lands where strangers seldom meet.

I'm a quick cut, with a sharp edge fine, A small piece removed, with a clipping sound divine, Used by crafters, and DIY delight, I tidy up things, making them just right.

Where weary wanderers find a wooden embrace, these communal companions rest under sun and stars, hosting tales of lovers, lunchers, and loafers alike.

I'm sought by all, or at least most that don't know better, I represent power, but in a way I'm a scarlet letter, Obviously a positive one, but the isolation feels the same, you'd agree, According to Shakespeare, heavy is the head that wears me