Monday, June 3, 2013

Hesperis Matronalis


 As I make my prayer to you,
   Lord, listen to my voice in the morning;
  in the morning I will stand before you and await you.
                                                                                                Psalm 5:5-7



                                                                             Photos by C. Scodova



 Mother-of-the-evening 
are cloistering
in the dapple
green
blustering.

They are soft spoken
through the corridors
of light
and chapels
of shade:

yielding themselves
from spindly
stems
into a chanting
  prayer,

rising like violet flames
from the floors of dusk
 through the monasteries
of the air

I long to enter
into
across
the door sills
of love.














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