November

November

a trillium of trees
like sisters standing tall
ready for church

one dark, one small, one silvery white

one dying, I think
one swaying,
one slight and frail

standing together
sticking  together even in the breeze

sharing the rain, the sunlight, the soil

three sisters

three trees

roots bound together, through time, and space

and eternity

(1994)

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