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Church, in Summer
by Jeannie E. Roberts

Over afternoon
shadows,
dragonfly darts.

Wild cucumber's
wiry vine
climbs sumac.

Ferns burgeon
beneath birch;
their fronds veil

to vole and moss.
Ponderosa,
spruce, white

rise before me
as stitches of light
seam between

needles. In this
cathedral of boughs
cardinal call

and oriole orange
are alms, a glowing
choir warbling

aloft branches
that line, design
panels of sky.

And filigreed hues
seep through
nature-made

stained glass‐
framing rose,
peach, plum,

the sum
of sundown
and this day's
benediction.


 

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