All Hallows

In the morning, I looked for
the comfort of hymns and came back
unrequited.

At noon, I sought just enough clear
water to fill a bud vase, and found
blush scattered on the walk.

Evening now, and the sun crowns leaves
unearthly orange and red: as if a net
caught all I could not hope

to gather, in this world and the next.

Luisa A. Igloria
10 30 2011

In response to an entry from The Morning Porch.

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