little church stands between
the old route road and the big woods
with a faith of clapboard and a peace of stained glass
Perspective
the shingles
fooled my eye
the window told it straight
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
little church stands between
the old route road and the big woods
with a faith of clapboard and a peace of stained glass
the shingles
fooled my eye
the window told it straight