Cool Connecticut morning
Bees buzzing the big hydrangea
Wings flapping at pendant feeders
Mental kisses to scampering chipmunks
I blink at the leafy sunshine-
Dare not miss the Sabbath devotion
Forest woodland the iconostasis
Choir sounds from green bushes
Floral gifts from Nature’s rosary
Holiness high up the treetops
Resurrection in the sprouting soil.
Could man but reject his idols
And their belligerent servitude,
All would be Connecticut morning
Bees a-buzz and wings a- flap, for ‘ere.
.p- (attributed to Leonard N. Shapiro, August 2016)
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Your poetry is my favorite. You cannot be more correct and I am transported to Connecticut in my imagination … Away from my desk and text messaging and emails, away from the heat and chaos of this urban concrete jungle, away from news of all the violence and tragedy in the world.
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