Waning Trinity

three times over
this flame-borne loss stretched
out, encompassed and buried
you beneath shrouded wings

mother, crone, not-yet-hunter
spirits tempered in heat, and
captive flame severed the silver
cord, turning flesh to black ash
raining down upon parched earth
where purple and gold lilies
sprout anew

© Dec. 2, 2005

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