Sistine Canopy
Iridescent ivory beams
stream
through trunks
lining the lane
as through stained glass.
Rubies and honey glow
in the leafy tempera
of a sistine oak canopy.
In the sable silence
of autumn's crisp matin
I look up to see Adam
reaching
to touch the hand of God.
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