Morning of Pentecost

 

faint sound of chimes

in the early morning air

call to worship

 ***

profuse blooms of honeysuckle

cascade over each fence and post

thurible of incense

***

distant thunder

dark clouds form across the western ridge

prayers of the penitent

***

cacophony of birdsong

welcomes the dawning sun

pentecost sunday

13 thoughts on “Morning of Pentecost

  1. the gentleness swayed me, stopped me, all revved up with super-charged Flarf poetics at every stop along the dVerse trail, and then a sweet refrain at this way station; love the peace of it.

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