In spring, give me a church
made entirely of tender green leaves and blossoms
of pink and white;
grey-white blankets of
cloud let the land drink deep
while winds threaten to strip the trees of their beauty
geese raucously announce their homecoming,
settling on lakes and rivers to grow their flocks.
Yet it is a gentle, growing season ~ I stay outside
on my veranda to watch and listen
as spring wakens us all.
“Is the spring coming?” He said. “What is it like?”
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Give me a church made entirely of ….. from the poem Sea Church by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
*Author’s note: and after winter comes spring…….
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