A MADRIGAL FOR THE MILLENNIUM

The conch sounds

calling the distant sailors home.
The waves curl and beckon.
The sailors chant. 

The gulls dive and weave 

the air into nets.
The fish rise, 

they rise up 

and gather in the clouds.

Something holy and profound—

the clouds part.

I tell John Godbeams 

pierce the sky's heart,

in Gregorian time

while roses bloom midwinter.

Milagros de Guadalupe!

A madrigal for the millennium

an open mind of music.

Insects practice percussive 

dance steps. The scent 

of roses in an empty room.

12/20/17

Winter Solstice
CATHEDRAL OF SOUND
Last time