by Pavel Chichikov
Above the dry pit of the world
Slow and steady wins the rain
Grey as winter yet the glow
Of pear and apple, cherry stain
Come again and come and spread
Unfurl yourself from root and stem
You are the raising of the dead
Within the woods' Jerusalem
Now the bridal arch of limbs
The weave and twilling of the cowl
Above a trail of Bethlehems
The chanting of a priestly owl
Night the wedding of the hours
Fiddle toadlets, froglets peep
Drumming rain and pipes of showers
The pond of God is flower deep
Deeper yet – the salamander
Black and yellow swims alive
Every tree the Lord's pomander
Every woodland is a bride
Who for weddings would not lift
The veils of rain to see His gift
The bride that He can give away
To be the spouse of night and day
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