Illumination Poem By R. T. Smith

Illumination Poem By R. T. Smith

As if some monk bored,
in the cold scriptorium,
had let his quill,
wander from the morning
Gospel, two tendrils
of wisteria
have scrolled
their green fervor
into the weave of a wicker
deck chair to whisper
with each spiral,
every sweet leaf
and dew sparkle,
Brother, come
with us, come home.

R. T. Smith
first published in Poetry, vol. CLXIX, no. 5, March 1997
also from Messenger

Illumination Poem By R. T. Smith

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