September Spleen
Haggard sparks of summer light,
Adumbrate my slack demise...
Russet oaks seated upright,
Thrust back ravens with great poise.
Their lean wings fold taut around me,
Plummet into silent torpor...
Feathers cry -- ochre and bronze
- Slumber of the ancient arbors...
Horns and mangled violins,
Ageless jottings on my heart ,
Chant the strain of twain stilt streams
Vincinal yet still apart...