October Glory

O Yes you in your autumn arrogance
Boasted a flame!
But ice storm dragged you down and split ye timbers
And shagged your boughs
And glorybegone bloody is your ruddy color,
You are not dead but never shall you be the same.

And on this day, I relax, the heat is not too much,
You are green and splintered and you shall never be the same
And come October will you stand in all your glory?
And drop your livery before it weighs upon your back
And brings you down

And wait with such a prideful name
How could anything be expected how could anything be the same,
After the gods have their share of divine retribution
There could literally be no other explanation
October Glory,
Hang your heads again
Humble.

Topic: Hot but Relaxing (Again)
Date: July 19