A Pantoum of Leaves
You look at the trees and the leaves don’t seem
To want to fall, yet you look at the lawn
And the raking is endless like a dream
Or maybe more a nightmare with no dawn
Ever at all, yet you look at the lawn
And the leaves seem to never blow away
But maybe it’s a nightmare with no dawn
Or did the wind just blow them all away?
But the leaves seem never to blow away
And I have to rake them or there’ll be bugs—
So, did the wind just blow them all away?
I swear, I haven’t taken any drugs.
But I have to rake them or there’ll be bugs
Or maybe it’s a nightmare with no dawn
‘Cause the raking is endless like a dream.
You look at the trees and the leaves don’t seem…
November 2022
About This Poem:
It's that time of year when the leaves start falling, so I chose this poem that is about the endless chore of raking leaves before the storms of winter come. I chose the repetitiveness of a pantoum because that's how leaf raking seems: repetitive and somewhat monotonous after a time. That being said, I love the fall and raking leaves. The photo is one of fallen leaves in the University of Idaho Arboretum.
