Words about a wordless event

Six weeks gone,
My mother’s ashes laid to rest
Grey October rain
The firs in Laurelhurst,
Older than my mother’s 80 years,
Gently pin me to the pavement
They circle up, lean in, and whisper
Sighs of solace,
They hold me, know me, love me
In my orphan’s grief

Ten seconds gone, ten minutes
I hear a dog bark, a stroller’s wheels
The traffic on 39th