Autumn W/ A Vengeance

Minstrel dumbstruck in the mizzle.
All romances yield their September.
Atavistically wistful,
the horizon ate my ancestors.

Seamonkey cities in astrobleme
lived the dream, but now magnolia
twilight of dementia picks us clean
w/ friselis of Auld Langoliers.

Killcrop in wellingtons of raven
shine puts the boot in piled margherita
playing card suits. This ruffian's
God; the leaves have human features.

Neither fall nor the Fall are antigrav.
Autumn flotsam 'n' jetsam flutter
like a showboating judge's gav-
el, yet condemning to a yardfire

all the braeburn-variegated Satans,
russet Lucifers' wings of nervures.
Deciduous devils, whose crackling perdition
foretells hell-season for bad gardeners.

No modestly moulting future tense:
life a winter of autumnal adolescence.
Abcissions are but frondescence
of the laurels of autumn w/ a vengeance.