September Browning

At the place where the orb torch scorches the spot of the canopy, 

an arboreal hemorrhage rescinds into the September browning of a chlorophyll-killing breeze. 

It's jungle rust descending stripped of trees. 

Branches broken: petrified bones of sticks and stone. 

A liar hangs from the elm, stripping the magnolia. 

Plucking Demeter's tears. 

Pomegranates and asters are chthonically chosen for the realms of alabaster. 

Ivory towers passing, dead monoliths standing on the bones of the ancestors, 

Muting the naming, 

The Gate of parting, Tartarus calling. Cusping Lethean dreams in rest.