Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Andrew Bowen- Two Poems


The sun sinks in a
peach-skin sky.  The redbud’s  pink
turns purple in the
budding maples’ shade.  Praise Him
Whose colors transcend all art.


As easily as
the full moon drowns starlight in
southern summer skies,
God’s splendor obliterates
the glory of the angels.

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