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Before the time we know that’s writ Before the things we’ve heard of it Back in the first creation fit Four sisters pretty, oft would sit Together and discuss the times And passing moons and passing tides And the task to which each tries To ensure the world was lit With the color or the season A certain gift was given each one For a rare and special reason To paint anew the baby planet The oldest, cold and fair, she was Skin white as cloudy sky of gauze Hair darker than a jaguar’s paws For Winter’s breathing she was fit The second, burned just as a fire Hair red as hatred and desire Who, gifted artists still inspires In Autumn, colors all submit. The third was golden as the sun Hair bright and body made to run Eyes blue as ocean’s storms undone Into summer months she’d flit The youngest, who awoke the ground Skin dark as heartwood, deepest found Green eyes that grow ‘til they surround The earth with springtime, every bit Rules for such were very few Only one they truly knew Don’t pick the flower 'way from view Upon the tallest tower hid For many years they played together Through every storm and every weather Bringing seasons like a feather Any time they thought was fit Then one day while making garlands Of pretty flowers wove to form bands Said,“Hid away, the best of all stands?” So they dared to go observe it Beautiful, and true it stood Like purity and things that could Move heart of stone and even wood. “Such art, alone, should never sit!” So they plucked the only flower From its grave and gentle tower All the plants around it cower’d Knowing powers sleeping in it Suddenly the ladies shot Around the world to different spots Just out of hearing and eyeshot Thus, the cost of crime commit Today they wander far apart Thoughts of sisters in their heart Work with no end, just new start Away from friendships benefit So child when tempted to commit A sin against which has been writ Think of four sisters who once could sit Now wander, from each other split.

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Dec 1, 2011

Dec 1, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC

katherine-goertz

Four Sisters

Before the time we know that’s writ Before the things we’ve heard of it Back in the first creation fit Four sisters pretty, oft would sit Together and discuss the times And passing moons and passing tides And the task to which each tries To ensure the world was lit With the color or the season A certain gift was given each one For a rare and special reason To paint anew the baby planet The oldest, cold and fair, she was Skin white as cloudy sky of gauze Hair darker than a jaguar’s paws For Winter’s breathing she was fit The second, burned just as a fire Hair red as hatred and desire Who, gifted artists still inspires In Autumn, colors all submit. The third was golden as the sun Hair bright and body made to run Eyes blue as ocean’s storms undone Into summer months she’d flit The youngest, who awoke the ground Skin dark as heartwood, deepest found Green eyes that grow ‘til they surround The earth with springtime, every bit Rules for such were very few Only one they truly knew Don’t pick the flower 'way from view Upon the tallest tower hid For many years they played together Through every storm and every weather Bringing seasons like a feather Any time they thought was fit Then one day while making garlands Of pretty flowers wove to form bands Said,“Hid away, the best of all stands?” So they dared to go observe it Beautiful, and true it stood Like purity and things that could Move heart of stone and even wood. “Such art, alone, should never sit!” So they plucked the only flower From its grave and gentle tower All the plants around it cower’d Knowing powers sleeping in it Suddenly the ladies shot Around the world to different spots Just out of hearing and eyeshot Thus, the cost of crime commit Today they wander far apart Thoughts of sisters in their heart Work with no end, just new start Away from friendships benefit So child when tempted to commit A sin against which has been writ Think of four sisters who once could sit Now wander, from each other split.