Lighted Window

The Pennsylvania woods and fields are beautiful in any season, but especially so in the brilliant colors of fall. Just seeing the beauty is poetry.

"Lighted Window"

The woods were all dappled in color
Of scarlet I drank my fill
Then, on a far-distant hill
Blazed a light
Amber and edged in white
Closer I gazed for the one
Who held the far light in the trees
But the beacon far-distant
Of cathedral-stained glass
Was the painted gold leaf of an ivy
Translucent and glowing with light
Brilliant and showered with sun
From behind
An only, once in forever, find
I saw a sun-lighted, gilded-glass window
Alone in the towering trees
And maybe the glimpse that I captured
Was thee
Intangible folk that be
And lost, in a vision of worship
Of a power far greater than me