This one is from a friend and colleague, Corrina Austin, whose blog ( keeps me connected to life that I once knew and loved:


Something in the wind, or a glance from the sun
…and in unison, they lift their expectant faces,
pure and white,
this congregation of grandiflorum

I cannot hear it, but their song lifts
into the air
a secret chant, a sigh of strings
an ache of vibrato
disguised as stillness

Later in bed, watching the moon rise
I think of them out there,
trembling in dew-fall,
still waiting
their faces glowing holy in the moonlight.