RIVERWOODS POEMS:OCTOBER SONNET

OCTOBER SONNET

Here in my 87th fall, the tree

That I admire most of all is that

Tall maple which is verdant still

But flaming at the top.   its crowning

Glory gives a last exultant shout,

A last exuberant glowing out

Before its embers lose their fire:

That is the tree I most admire.  But

Since I cannot be a tree or emulate

Its majesty, my only role must be

To celebrate and drink a toast to constancy.

So here’s to beauty, here’s to reaching out

While standing still, here’s to blooming

In one’s place, here’s to saying yes to fate.

(October, 2013)