November

Although you might not have heard of her, Linda Pastan’s ability to convey emotionally engaging truths so simply and straightforwardly makes her one of my favorite poets. This one seems especially apt for the season. Enjoy!

November

Linda Pastan

It is an old drama
this disappearance of the leaves,
this seeming death
of the landscape.
In a later scene,
or earlier,
the trees like gnarled magicians
produce handkerchiefs
of leaves
out of empty branches.

And we watch.
We are like children
at this spectacle
of leaves,
as if one day we too
will open the wooden doors
of our coffins
and come out smiling
and bowing
all over again.

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