the arc of heaven

the arc of heaven

one spring stroke,
that great, arcing curve

of beauty, a bow to heaven
which is the doubl’d arrow-slinger

that celebrates that
dawn, that just now closes —
revealing the pearl, she

hanging in the sky like one
luminous pendant — launching the day

a pendant of splendor.
She goes — and the day remains.

in beauty, ever cycled.

TSG | decatur island

On Mar 27, 2010, at 10:52 AM, Gregory Furman wrote:

spring storm umbrellas

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