Praying with Fringes 11/10/2013: SEXT: Fervor and Commitment

for everyone walking in the Wissahickon Valley this beautiful day, a poem from Montgomery County poet Deidra Greenleaf Allan

SEXT: Fervor and Commitment
Deidra Greenleaf Allan

Angelus bells on Wissahickon Creek as rocks and water ring
each other. Along the banks, fallen leaves nose
their crisp, curled prows into the stream, bearing away
the last cargos of light. In this mid-day of the season,
time hovers like an angel of annunciation, poised to confer
eternity and grace. In this mid-hour of the day, the world asks me
to stay and watch the shadows come, then grow long, to witness
everywhere diminishment: a slow fading and cold descent. Still,
there is no sadness in the trees, the sky is soaked with blue.
Even the water shoulders its chill winter shawl without complaint.
Amid all this gilded fluorescence—final flare before earth’s uncoupling

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