winterspring - EXPLORED

I waken, remembering, sensing the alchemy of

sweet perfume, white flowers mingled in the

crucible of the snowstorm… whence is that

goodly fragrance? I eagerly throw open my

window, tear at its allegorical shutters and slash

the curtain between the

ordinary and the

holy…

knowing I will see coatings of white surplices and under

stand the goodly pigment and fragrance of

winter with the eye of

God.

 

(from white midnight in my new book, Orchids and Neurons: Molecular Poetry}

Done