a few lines as if in part above the abbey

a few lines of nature
and of God

looking outside
nothing
grand to see
with no majestic sound

rather
the grandness and the majesty
are in the small networks
of the branches

dark tendrils
once the vessels of green leaves

then shall all be green again
after three months
when green
shall
smally
grandly
majestically
overwhelm impending gray
again

that is nature
       and is God
       the work
       at least
in lines
of
seasons’ prophecy

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