Autumn: Emaciated Garden

Autumn shears my weary garden Yet industrious summer doth pardon Summer's residual, dusts with frothy mist My annual saplings fruitful labors desist Late season gratuities doth slight Yet graciously freezes rancid blight My well-manicured plot Frozen mounds do clot Branching tendrils secede Anon, bracketing weeds recede Each ballasting furrow Into the ground doth burrow All the burgeoning blooms With callous frost entombs Leaves that did with fertile juices flow Now lie on shriveled vines sallow The green, neon afterglow With a tarnishing brown doth bestow My ripening fruit once pungent and mellow With a rotting stench doth bellow