A King's Chancel Poem by Diana Newsome

A King's Chancel



Sweet jasmine
dresses evening's air
in silken fragrance

stars ablaze
illuminating prose
from darkened skies

summer's supple breeze
stirs mischievously
in spruce's upper reaches

meadows sashay
swaying unashamedly
twirling to natures nocturnal choir

twirling as crickets sing to her
as grasshoppers click
as owls hoot

so inexplicably peaceful
so milodically transfixed
in twilight's gaze...

by each vociferation
by each sound
by each note

for each creates a single finger print
set by the hands of time
orchestrated by the Master

each beautiful epistle
finely tuned,
tuned to grace a King's Chancel.


Diana Newsome
Copyright @ 9/24/2010

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