Michael Edwards

WISTOW CHURCH

 WISTOW CHURCH

 

In far oblivion stars consumed

by early morning breaking light

as shafts of sun reach down to kiss

eidetic images unfolding,

mired in green the scene embedded.

 

And slowly as nights veil uplifted,

cold crisp air delivers dew

on swards of grass, and stones

in algae, moss, and lichen covered,

names declared, but lives forgotten.

 

Livestock, birdsong, rustling grasses,

scores discordant harmonising,

natures voices orchestrated,

heralding the proud church standing

clothed serene in honeyed hues.

 

 

Michael Edwards© July 2015