St. Mary's Assumption

AUGUST’S
EVE

In the gloaming

Afterglow

The sanctuary’s

State

Displays a splendor

August

From mid-month

Into late.

Where brushed-gold

Baldechino

Dissolves to

Honey yellows

Rust pillars’ veined

In cream and white

Together meld

And mellows.

The beryl blues

Shift into hues

Dark glassed

But not dejected

While cardinal-prime

Burgundy blood of the vine

Rages scarlet

As the serpent’s rejected.