Poetry Month – April 3, 2022

Spring arrived this week in Texas with every tree unfurling its leaves and wild flowers bursting open. 

The Green Church

We go early.
First come the bright faces
Orange, yellow, blue, purple
On long wild stems.
They catch our breeze
As we walk in and
Nod a bit.
So do we.
Light filters through panes of
bright green glass
Buttressed above and around us.
Birdsong notes swell
As we find our way through aisles of dirt and
Empty rock pews awaiting
Holy Us.

©Lindsey Lane