There was a silver sun today
as i walked down the avenue
silver rays touched each evergreen leaf
and made it shine.
leaves under the poplar trees as dead as dust
but copper coloured . each tree had its own
bed of wet moss and caste their shadows
by the light of this strange moon-sun
not deep, barely visible, at 45 degrees.
the rose hip was bright orange resting on
straggling stems which weaved the strangest pattern
outside the window. a stone cracked against the glass
and then to mass.
two red candles for advent,
purple garlanded priests and
the joyful news from babylon
of freedom and grace
lighting the world with a golden Son.
L. Ivison 2025 copyright
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