Close Quarter Riddle

In the light of autumn skies, one might sense this blind turbulent endeavour, raptures veering like some wanton thunderstorm, behind dark moon frost allure, amber leaf vortex among bemused grey clouds, gust-ridden disco blue hue, tumbling high jinx from skyline moist beams, damp rot urban shed cluster, nomad squatter plight, so at odds with pending freeze, summer folly red blaze passed,, heatwave immigrant rues latent scorn, a strained close quarter riddle, never ending once an everlasting phase, now deep chill month outlier, sunshine and wet portent’s quaint platform, eccenteuc tide or mere blot, mud-splattered ocean grazing bleak ink stain pier, lone wolf lifebuoy weeps, shifting sand element's interval