Here's something I've been working on for about a few or so. This is the third draft. I feel better about this poem but am still working with it. Maybe more rhymes.
Stained Glass:
-To Gerard Manly Hopkins
There between the brick walls of comfort
where the sunlight dances around the
orange and red of a worn glass
Window.
There between the smug beat of summer
where cool nights followed again, the soft
silence of crickets and cicadas whirled by
Wind.
There between the crawl and the walk
where seeing disconnects the need to believe
more than sunbeams split by a cracked linoleum
Meadow.
There between the light and the night
where summer convenes with fall
green and yellow shine dim but tight—
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