Where Maples Flame

"I will return in autumn," so I said,

"To see these greening maples crown this hill

With a flaming lei." But always when the chill

Fall days returned as time too swiftly sped,

I was not free so I could not fulfill

The vow I made. My heart in mute lament

Longed for wind-music, wild and eloquent,

While echelons of geese displayed their skill.

I could not be denied the joy-ascent

To my bright hilltop when the autumn came.

My spirit, country-bred, I could not tame

To city confines yet I know content;

For though the autumn calls me still the same,

My heart has built a hill where maples flame.