Late Autumn

[Sparkydashforth]

I can see through the hedge

where the wind is barelegged

Clenched vestibules curl outward

into cavernous blossoms

Groundhogs carry sparrow bones

from exhumed burrows

Cavities have become clocks

around them

a cold

cold burning

Halloween will be late

 the dead are still dying

[Mark Cecil]

I really like this poem particularly how you have structured it line for line.  You have created some powerful imagery which gives a great picture of late Autumn

I can see through the hedge

where the wind is barelegged a great personification of the wind here

Clenched vestibules curl outward

into cavernous blossoms Quite a vivid image you here created here

Groundhogs carry sparrow bones

from exhumed burrows  This stanza isn't as powerful or as memorable as the rest perhaps you could personify the groundhogs, say something more about the burrows or have a different word than just "carry"

Cavities have become clocks

around them

a cold

cold burning I'm not sure what your trying to say here:  How have cavities become like clocks? how does this relate to Autumn?

Halloween will be late

 the dead are still dying Good closing line