august

"he prayeth well, who loveth well

both man and bird and beast." --from coleridge's ancient mariner

is it prayer enough to love

the marvellous hexagonal

cells of bees

or notice sunflower spirals

intertwined

measure day by nautilus shells

and finches' wings, stained glass dragonfly in flight

without a word, alone

and quiet in the mind

all the while within this

temple burning loud a praise

of beauty, wild?