singing the hymns of the winds
. . . shivering the ungrazed grass.
I am parishioner of the night
humming prayers in the light
. . . of the nebular stained glass.
I am adorer of the groves
dancing the dance of the gods
. . . down the silent aisles of fruit.
I am choirboy of the woods
mellow-making the old limbs
. . . of an ancient tree like a lute.
I am singer of the soft-sunned
soil and of a dimpled pond
. . . over which a cloud proudly walks.
I am poet of the pastures
plucking wheat in my leisure
. . . writing bibles with their stalks.
published in Walking On the Greenhouse Roof
Delta Canada Publishing, Montreal, 1969
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