Song for Three Sisters

Now the leaves are no longer red
now there’s snow in every cloud.
Three autumn girls ride through my head
two light, one loud.
Here in the fall of afternoon
they trample leaf, they fracture twig;
snow on their heels will follow soon
two blonde, one big.
Within cold months of quietness
their horses’ hoofsteps come to mind
and now the sound speaks to me less
two quiet, one kind.
Stay with me, you autumn girls
bear with me in the wind and snow.
Someday I’ll see you ride again
two small, one slow.