“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done”
Emily Dickinson, Poem #342
Chalice after chalice opened day after day
Until autumn crocus filled and faded.
That holy season closed
with their benediction.
Blessed be the smaller celebrations
of winter camellia and Lenten rose,
while convents of clouds shed
rain and snow, winter’s ministrations,
and underground sacred preparation
for earth’s long resurrection
©2015 Marguerite Beck-Rex