The dogwood holds
one hundred tinted windows
to the westering light
It's summer-humming rooms
swept empty
of their seethe of green
are quiet as a church,
and sun enters alone
to set aglow its floors
with rosy tones
as for a holy day.
The eye may enter here
the round returning room
of nature's rest
of nature's secret joy,
of nature's's treasured waiting
for the grand day
of festivity.
- AFB 10-15-24
