Direct sunlight flattens the sepia leaves
of the autumnal crepe myrtle
An opaque matte brown, the pointed ovals
rustle in the breeze
Oh, they are beautiful enough, forming a delicate
pattern of leaf and frond
But when the sun’s radiance shines through them
transforming them into the panes of a chapel window
Ah, then they become magical
glowing rich russet and rose and mahogany
a glory of sacred glass
revealing the divine foundations
Of everything
In memory of my mother:
One Crossing
Too Late
Beacons Unreachable
Upwelling
Missing Her
Grievous Loss
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