To November, October, and September
the three best months of the year
with love and appreciation
for all they have given me
The Three shall come, leaving early, arriving late,
The life stages of all men:
Child of Blood,
Child of Earth,
Child of the Sky.
Each man, formed in blood and born in it,
Walks the Earth and sustained by it,
Reaching to the sky, and sheltered beneath it,
He ascends there only in his ending, becoming part of the stars.
Blood gives new beginning,
Earth gives sustenance,
The Sky gives dreams in life—eternity in death.
Thus shall the Three be,
One to the other.