Autumn's Final Toll

Chilling tides turn the leaves of my soul For Summer's balmy days I pine and troll Residual reams of light o'er slighted heart scroll Scourging winds erode my wavering, intellectual pole Truant feelings flood my sensory console Alternating, rancid dreams my psyche patrol Molting mind is making my wit drab, droll Burrowing through lengthening nights; entrenched mole Color blind, as metastasizing changes o'er my body roll Twining memories strand my spirit on life's, rocky shoal