The sumac's flickering tapers light
The chancel of the church
Where walls are paned with aspen
And candle-sticks are birch.
The oak trees wear red mitres,
And the sweetgum's purple sleeves
Are raised in benedictions
To the prayerful sound of leaves.
The pumpkins, squash and carrots
Their gilded vestments wear;
And grapes and plums and apples
Are incense in the air.
The bins of corn are altars, spread
With summer's minted gold,
While honey stiffens in the hive
In sweet mosaics of cold.
And priestly autumn listens to
This thankful harvest prayer,
Told by woods and fields and farmlands
On a rosary of air.
by Florence Hutchinson Lonsford (previous owner)
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