Congregation
haloed pilgrims
bearing witness at dawn
follow shining namesake
through each day
pirouette away
as light falters
Fiery border
on country road
inspiration
for Van Gough’s brush
statues soak in crystal vase
on my dining room table
soon to be seeds
to nourish — oil to anoint
When withered heads
bend — spines become brittle
mice maze-scurry beneath
shadowy blackbirds’ wings over
steadiness of stars
glow them brave for harvest
