Three Sisters

Three sisters, three voices, one poem.

Three Sisters:
There’s regret there of course
and what else said the sorrow
guilt too I suspect 
all neatly wrapped up
a bitter pill to swallow
midwinter melancholia blues
Spring comes like peace a prayer long overdue…

Three Sisters:
beans squash and corn
will merrily marry to climb intertwined 
becoming one in the hot summer sun
nourish and shade then finally fade 
long warm nights turned cold autumn breezes…
they tend their garden…time together well spent
yesterday’s regrets lie composting quietly
widows weeds buried under the lime tree
echoes sown in the sun baked hard earth
roots entwined Delphine, Chamomile and Celandine
cow thistle spines their prickly penance 
laughingly undertaken they walk barefoot unbroken 
amongst this year’s bent bean-rusty canes…

Three Sisters:
dance to embrace summer’s gaiety 
melancholia like spent winter passes
together they cross the river of charms
to bask in warm sunlit watermeadows 
where once more they’ll brush 
grass pollen gold from their palms…

Sometimes a phrase becomes an obsession, the only way that I know of to release that is through expression…so here you have it…three sisters, three voices, one poem

Thanks for reading cheers Sea 😊🙏😘

Pic 1 Photo by Callum Skelton on Unsplash

Pic 2 RHS Growing Your Own | The three sisters / RHS

Pic three hearts…Photo by Julie Sd on Unsplash