September’s Light
The light is
In the sun
Of gold
To warm you
When your thoughts
Grow cold.
The light is
In the wafered
Moon
Piercing pitch
A glorious
Boon.
The light
Reflects in
Crystal snow
Glittering
Mantle
Blanketing woe.
The light is
Stagnant
In infants’ souls
Glistening water
Will deepen
Their shoals.
The light is
In your flocks’
Flawed faces
Waiting to
Heal from
Penanced graces.
For you are robed
Royal- purpled
Unfurled…
Chosen
September’s
Light of the world!
Hilary McRee Flanery