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.