cleanses,
baptizes.
Reverential
hush cloaks cathedral
of pines. Droplets cling to
long fragrant green needles like
myriads of tiny gems. Songs
of finches, infinitely sweet, break
the stillness. Eden restored after rain.
Author Bio:
Sandra Bounds writes poetry because she loves it. Also, the process of writing helps her stay mentally alert in her efforts to survive Parkinson's Disease. She holds a Master of Arts Degree in English from Mississippi State University. A retired English teacher, she has taught in both private and public high schools and in community college. She has publishing credits in Australia, England, and the United States.