Poem: “Triple Sisters”


Triple Sisters

Summer leaves already flying,
Autumn in a rush this year,
Yellow foliage is dying,
What’s the season that draws near?

August maybe or September
Downward, onward swiftly falling,
That which nothing holy hinders
Equinoctial and appalling

Who are we? The triple sisters
Past and present, future claim,
Threads of history the scissors
Cut and cut and cut again

July 28, 2011


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