by Pavel Chichikov
He scattered golden locust leaves
Gold of oak – a blackened gold –
Then of rose and crimson red
The coverlet of Mary's bed
In her honor He prepared
Birch and locust- all were bared –
Green of hemlock and of fir
To bind the green and pure of her
There sweet Mary would deliver
God himself, her own creator –
Scatter, Lord, enormous sums
Of bronze and anthocyanins
God the giver, profligate
Lord of treasures, celibate –
Advent soon, the earth is brown
For all the weavers lay them down
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may also visit Pavel's website at Grey Owl Press.)
