Autumn Clematis

The autumn clematis, seditiously fragrant,
Invites me, incites me to roisteries.
Perfumerous stars tumble over a railing,
September's honeypaps daub up a painting,
Pointillist pips dot out a picture
Of idolatrous idylls in green and white.
Nearby--a purple rose of sharon,
Dew-speckled, spearing up through the vines,
And a lacy crape myrtle, still clutching its furbelows--
Thrust out a framework, across which spiders
Fling and fasten their wobbly meshes,
Air-trawls for trapping their dinner delights.
A pearly-eye hitherward flits, incautious . . .