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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