Years ago in the days following Easter, I used to slip into a nearby church empty on weekday afternoons. I went primarily for the serenity but also for the aroma of flowers that promised spring.
Arraignment
The smell of lilies
in April is
cathedral silence
sunlit by saints
in stained glass cool
before a white field
of altar flowers
in essence sent peace.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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