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It’s Earth that breathes around us,
so perilous in its comforts,
so perfect in impermanence.
Autumnal sun streams through
these yellow maple leaves
translucent as stained glass.
The ground beneath my feet
is strewn with pine cones, acorns.
The random pattern of continuance.
Etched columns of pine and oak.
Incense of resin and fungi.
Great glacial stones for altars.
High winds and choirs of
minor breezes, the whispering hush.
It is the Sabbath. It is enough.
~ Dolores Stewart
so perilous in its comforts,
so perfect in impermanence.
Autumnal sun streams through
these yellow maple leaves
translucent as stained glass.
The ground beneath my feet
is strewn with pine cones, acorns.
The random pattern of continuance.
Etched columns of pine and oak.
Incense of resin and fungi.
Great glacial stones for altars.
High winds and choirs of
minor breezes, the whispering hush.
It is the Sabbath. It is enough.
~ Dolores Stewart
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