Trees...Dying

Once again, the fog hangs like mucus,
the sky cold with misery.  Bodacious
Queen Anne? Lace raises her skirts
and shows her gray knickers.  Even
the watermelon has lost its squiggly
stem to the jiggy frost.  Across
the sky? grand kaleidoscope,
honkers fly under a surrogate moon
while the earth turns once again on its
eternal rotisserie.  Mugwumps
tuck precious noses into their furry
cuffs and the ghost of the dodo cries
from the crotch of an oak.  It? time
for thee and thou to consider
the rustle of God? great handkerchief
as the tears of the last leaf fall. 
All the critters, the chipmunks
even the poodle at the window--
lift their misty eyes
to the Lucite sky
and fold their tiny paws in prayer.