Cathedral

Through a cathedral of woods I walk,

Ages of fallen pine needles,

A cushion under my feet.

A choir of birds,

Sing over my head.

While a red squirrel,

Preaches a screechy sermon.

Small patches of mushrooms abound,

Natures alms to the poor.

Sunlight filters through,

Colored leaves overhead.

A mosaic more awesome,

Than French stained glass.

James Montague 1992