Attende Domine
Worms crawl in the ground
all sacred, the ground – and oh why
do I forget to walk on it
Decorative prisms
hang in the window barrier to my
filigree tree with its own ornaments,
wintered sycamore pods
Sparkling wings fling the sky
past its branches
Birdsong garland
cheerful honey to my ears
And the sun put
a rainbow in my husband’s eyes
~ Lady