Thursday, September 24, 2009

celestial glow

Maybe no one can distinguish which voice
Is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk
Because he calls with the same rising frequency,
The same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use
As they cling to the high leaves in the glowing
Dust of the oaks.

-Pattiann Rogers


Momya Rogers said...


Mary O' said...

Just gorgeous--I wonder if Julia would like one of your photographs for her birthday?