NOVEMBER PANTOUN

Dawn on the windshield and geese in the sky,
bare branches grounded, wind continuously blows.
A silk, soft wrap of snow slides in place and sighs,
foggy morning plays black ice, tricking the eye with glow.

Bare branches grounded, wind continuously blows,
Jack Frost’s hand etching a silvery lace.
Foggy morning plays black ice, tricking the eye with glow,
the red berries bow in their frozen embrace.

Jack Frost’s hand etching a silvery lace,
first flakes swirling, a slow dance of white.
The red berries bow in their frozen embrace,
while shadows recede from the Eastern light.

First flakes swirling, a slow dance of white,
wind chimes crescendo to message growing cold.
While shadows recede from the Eastern light,
the geese honk from far, delighting winter’s crone.

Wind chimes crescendo to message growing cold,
dawn on the windshield and geese in the sky.
The geese honk from far, delighting winter’s crone,
a silk, soft wrap of snow slides in place and sighs.