October-November was their season.
We had a wonderful harvest this year
Of eighty-one delicious persimmons.
2012 was our most banner year,
Everything was perfect for persimmons:
Sun and rain and heat and frost in season.
The photograph shows our last persimmons;
Thanksgiving Day marked their end of season—
Now for green fruit to show in June next year....
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A trestina is a brief form of sestina, of my own devising, in which three (rather than six) end-words appear in a prescribed order in the poem's title and its three three-line stanzas, as exemplified above for the words year, season, and persimmons.
The tree seemed sad after I removed those last seven persimmons. Or was it just me?
Nineteen beauties remain in store. They, too, will soon be gone—as will I and you, and all who now go here.
Copyright © 2012 by Morris Dean
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