The stained glass poem is delightful. I love the way you really capture the feeling of the light shining through and how that works metaphorically as well.
But the spring canticle really tugs at my heart. I love the trees standing like monks rooted in their choirs voicelessly chanting. And the way you capture how satisfactory it can be to be rooted in the cycle of the seasons and in the liturgical cycle, welcoming as fresh and new the old familiar psalms and hymns, the old familiar leaves and blooms. Beloved because they are both returning favorites and because with each turning of the cycle they feel new again.
Both so beautiful. Poems about spring *never* get old.
Neither does spring, bless it! Thanks so much for reading, Margaret Ann.
The stained glass poem is delightful. I love the way you really capture the feeling of the light shining through and how that works metaphorically as well.
But the spring canticle really tugs at my heart. I love the trees standing like monks rooted in their choirs voicelessly chanting. And the way you capture how satisfactory it can be to be rooted in the cycle of the seasons and in the liturgical cycle, welcoming as fresh and new the old familiar psalms and hymns, the old familiar leaves and blooms. Beloved because they are both returning favorites and because with each turning of the cycle they feel new again.
Thank you for such an appreciative, attentive reading of both poems, Melanie! 💛🌿
Auntie E - Luv your Stained Glass Window Poems. I have your book.
Auntie B
I know you do, Auntie B, and you're its best bookseller! 💛
Thank you very much for these, Elizabeth. The shepherd and lamb are ones I see in my mind so often.
Just the most contented, most relaxed little lamb ... ! 💛🌿🐑