November Birthday Pantoum

NOVEMBER BIRTHDAY PANTOUM

The season of changing leaves
was too short this year.
Some maples still hold their red,
some oaks still grasp their gold.

But much too quickly this year
and convinced by heavy rains,
the oaks that grasp last gold
and the other trees now shed,

induced by days of rain,
their pale vestments.
The trees have dropped
surfeit for a geometry


of pale vestments,
of vertical thrust.
I, too, trade satiety for geometry,
and learn the new custom

of my aging verticals. I trade
for stark elegance, wider views.
I can learn to accustom, to love,
simple, frill-less lines.

Stark elegance and wider views
thrust the season of leaves
into simple, frill-less lines,
though some maples still hold their red.

What are you looking for?