This cannot be! The strikes of winter come
calling sooner than before, with their scratches
and their claw marks across concrete
battered, wet, lumpy, the mulch of leave
a heady sight!

Autumn fears, the role subsumed from either
parenthesis, while the contents shrink
into smaller and smaller syllables,
nary a meaning tween period and capital.

Earth judders, it shudders, it bellows
aloud, the screams in tandem with furnaced
ire, those stacks screech in tune to the
pulsing of magma that rumbles underground
and threatens to rise from long slumber,
adding to woe.