Sycamore Sisters

At pink dawn
sycamore sisters
welcome the sun-
leafy figures
flex and bend,
sing his first rays,
adore his zenith,
then dance his passage
to the gates of death.

Syncopating woodlands
they line roads,
coffin paths
and fairy lanes.

Loud and loquacious
in the light year,
when darkness falls
they throw down leaves
for the passing dead.

Sycamore leaves*I first came across the term ‘coffin paths’ in a hallows blessing for the ancestors on Coven of the Catta’s blog. Many thanks to Lee Shawnus for sharing this:


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