Now the staid notes speak;
the green are loud in their silence,
the dull cloud of brine and wrack
scent drifts down over the eager
chorus of organ registers:
Sombre lilac, fourniture spikey-yellow,
the rasp of thistle, and the powdery scent
of dried seed, matted in clumps.
The grass and mown hay send a chorus of
mixtures - sedately mensurated!
And the balm of hidden herbs
scents the serenity of the psalms.
Against the aspirated lisp of
wind among the rushes -
the bourdon drones
as it collects the summer's
nectar to
sweeten and sustain the spirit
through winter's sleep.
Notes
Shared with VB of Holy Trinity Hospital July 6 1984
No comments:
Post a Comment